By turns, sunny and cloudy today. Our high was 91F, but felt like 93F.
I had to be at McWane at 10 a.m. for a refresher course in track changes in MS Word. Turns out, I hadn't really forgotten anything since the dim, dark, vile days of Dark Horse Comics. I just hate electronic editing so much I'd suppressed the knowledge. But with scientific journals, electronic editing is not something you get a choice about. And the first rewiews of MP 1.3, THE mosasaur paper, are finally coming in, and I will have a LOT of work to do on that. I am hoping it will be in print before Christmas. Also while at McWane, JUn and I discussed prepping other mosasasaurs, how I might manage to finish "Winifred" (a trainwreck of a jacket trapping a beautiful specimen), and other paleo' stuff.
Tomorrow, I got back to work on The Night Watchers. I desperately needs to be finished by the end of October, and I am aiming for having most of it finsihed by early October. It is about one third done. What will the word think of a new CRK novel? It has been a while.
Speaking of novels, if you have never read the brilliant Ramsey Campbell, do so. He's one of the reasons I became a writer. I would say start with The Doll Who Ate His Mother and, my favorite, Ancient Images. I actually got to interview Ramsey publicly at World Horror in Atlanta in 1999. We must treasure people like him, artists like him.
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Speaking of interviews:
Interviewer: We've talked about your favorite directors. Name a favorite actor.
CRK: Only one? That might be inpossible, though it's made simpler if I acknowledge the actor/actress dichotomy. I still cannot name only one. But...I adore Tom Hardy. And also Cillian Murphy. I was a huge fan of Russell Crowe's, but I think his best days are in back of him. Idris Elba, he can almost do no wrong. I love Matthew McConaughey, though he's really gone through quite a metamorphosis over the years But...see? I can go on and on and on.
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Are there really people in the world who feel sorry for those fools that got stuck at Burning Man?
Oh, my contributor's copy of
The Weird Cat came today, and I was delighted to see my piece, "The Cats of River Street" falls in the Table of Contents right beofore Lovecraft's! Great anthology. Buy it.
And today is the 22nd anniversary of that most terrifying day of my life, 9/11/01. It it almost impossible to believe that someone born that terrible day is now 22 years old. That might have been the day the real world died, ar least for me.
Today's photo is from the museum's "Birds of Alabama" taxidermy display, and it features the "Ghost Bird," Campephilus principalis, the Ivory-billed woodpecker. Almost certainly extinct, and all but extinct since the 1940s, it must have been a mighty bird in life.
Please visit
the Dreaming Squid shop.
I am sure there are a thousand typos. Please excuse them.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
11:18 a.m.