Awake
I need to try a little more brevity than I employed last night, because I've been up since 3:30 a.m., and I started working at 4 a.., and...so yeah, shorter, please.
Mostly cloudy today. A hint of sun. Our high was 66F. When I woke at 3:30 a.m., there was thunder and lightning.
Another very productive day today. First, I managed to get all the last-minute stuff together that Bill Schafer and Subterranean Press need for the Dead Bright Star chapbook, which finally has a title. I'd not been able to find one. I sat here for an hour free associating, writing prospective titles in my notepad, and I finally settled on Zoetrope Bizarre. Here's the "flap copy" synopsis thing:
Flickers in a darkened movie house. Half-remembered midnight television. Light and shadow on a screen, whether big or small. A "lost" space odyssey, pretend interplanetary nightmares, a mysterious late-nite horror show hostess who may never have existed. Boojums and Alison Maehl (or Alice Mal). Insanity and rumor. Murder and fandom and Hollywood rabbit holes. In this taut, enigmatic novella, Caitlín R. Kiernan invites the reader to chase the mystery of things that may never have existed or may only have been misplaced - perhaps on purpose and perhaps for the best. Zoetrope Bizarre unfolds like frames of film discarded on a cutting room floor, Kiernan's most ambitious tale of weird cinema since the World Fantasy Award winning "The Prayer of Ninety Cats."
And I think we've found the cover artist, which has taken months. Oh, and I chose an author's photo. And tomorrow I will sit down and go back to work on The Night Watchers.
Also, after the chapbook stuff was done, I had correspondence with Joshua Lively, another mosasaur guy, and with Drew Gentry (my coauthor on two turtle papers). I wrote to Alex S. Johnson about an anthology of stuff inspired by Bauhaus (the band). I had to write a longish "this is where we stand" report for the MP2 mosasaur working group. I am so far behind on that project. At least our geologists are on the ball. I even put in an hour picking the latest batch of Bashi shell hash. THAT was the very long day was was today. I fear tomorrow will be just as long. All my days need to be that long for at least the next two months.
For Thanksgiving dinner, Spooky made our infamous Gobbler Cobbler (photo below), we we finished Season Two of The Old Man.
Please remember how vital sales in the Dreaming Squid Shop are at the moment, and I'll say more about the COLOR MONSTER DOODLES tomorrow.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:34 p.m.
Mostly cloudy today. A hint of sun. Our high was 66F. When I woke at 3:30 a.m., there was thunder and lightning.
Another very productive day today. First, I managed to get all the last-minute stuff together that Bill Schafer and Subterranean Press need for the Dead Bright Star chapbook, which finally has a title. I'd not been able to find one. I sat here for an hour free associating, writing prospective titles in my notepad, and I finally settled on Zoetrope Bizarre. Here's the "flap copy" synopsis thing:
Flickers in a darkened movie house. Half-remembered midnight television. Light and shadow on a screen, whether big or small. A "lost" space odyssey, pretend interplanetary nightmares, a mysterious late-nite horror show hostess who may never have existed. Boojums and Alison Maehl (or Alice Mal). Insanity and rumor. Murder and fandom and Hollywood rabbit holes. In this taut, enigmatic novella, Caitlín R. Kiernan invites the reader to chase the mystery of things that may never have existed or may only have been misplaced - perhaps on purpose and perhaps for the best. Zoetrope Bizarre unfolds like frames of film discarded on a cutting room floor, Kiernan's most ambitious tale of weird cinema since the World Fantasy Award winning "The Prayer of Ninety Cats."
And I think we've found the cover artist, which has taken months. Oh, and I chose an author's photo. And tomorrow I will sit down and go back to work on The Night Watchers.
Also, after the chapbook stuff was done, I had correspondence with Joshua Lively, another mosasaur guy, and with Drew Gentry (my coauthor on two turtle papers). I wrote to Alex S. Johnson about an anthology of stuff inspired by Bauhaus (the band). I had to write a longish "this is where we stand" report for the MP2 mosasaur working group. I am so far behind on that project. At least our geologists are on the ball. I even put in an hour picking the latest batch of Bashi shell hash. THAT was the very long day was was today. I fear tomorrow will be just as long. All my days need to be that long for at least the next two months.
For Thanksgiving dinner, Spooky made our infamous Gobbler Cobbler (photo below), we we finished Season Two of The Old Man.
Please remember how vital sales in the Dreaming Squid Shop are at the moment, and I'll say more about the COLOR MONSTER DOODLES tomorrow.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
5:34 p.m.