A through M
Yesterday was a good writing day. After dithering about on Tuesday, unable to decide what exactly I'd do with the rest of Sirenia Digest #6, I conceived of and began "The Black Alphabet." My inspiration comes, rather obviously, from Harlan Ellison's The Chocolate Alphabet (1978). Each letter gets 150-200 words. "The Black Alphabet" will be serialized between issues #6 and #7, with #6 including letters A through M and issue #7 containing the remaining 13 letters. Yesterday, I did A-F, which came to a total of 1,270 words. I'm very pleased with how this is turning out. It's a rare day indeed when I'm eager to get back to work on whatever it is I happen to be writing, but I feel that eagerness today. Oh, and I neglected to mention earlier that the second erotica collection, which I'm now calling Tales from the Woeful Platypus, will only be half Sirenia Digest reprints. Half of the material will be original to the collection. Which, I hope, will serve as incentive to subscribe and get the new collection. The platypus tells me that May 23rd, should it happen to fall on a Wednesday in a year ending with the numeral 6, is a splendid day to begin taking the digest. Who am I to argue with Das Schnabeltier? Oh, yesterday I also e-mailed "Ode to Edvard Munch" away to Vince for illustrating.
Though you've probably already heard the news elsewhere, Subterranean Press will be releasing the signed limited edition of MirrorMask: the Illustrated Film Script, which sounds like it's going to be an amazing book. Just follow this link for details. Also, subpress has posted an sneak-peak excerpt from "Bainbridge" on the Alabaster ordering page. Just follow this link to read it. Drink me. Eat me. Click me. Make me squeal. You know the drill.
No word back from Penguin yet on whether or not Dancy will, on the cover of the new Threshold paperback, have her own eyes or Sadie's. The trade paperback is now officially out of print, by the way (of course, it's still available at Amazon and just about everywhere else).
Today is Bob Dylan's 65th birthday. How frelling weird is that?
Anything else about yesterday? Early in the evening, when the day's heat had passed, Spooky and I walked through Freedom Park and spotted the first lightning bugs we've seen this year, as well as a few bats. We spent the evening reading Hutton's The Triumph of the Moon, Chapter Eight ("Finding a Witchcraft") and part of Chapter Nine ("Matrix"). I can see why the fluffy bunnies aren't happy with Hutton. He's pulling no punches about the indisputable modernity of Wicca and Neo-Paganism. I also read "Archaeoziphius microglenoideus, a new primitive beaked whale (Mammalia, Cetacea, Odonotoceti) from the Middle Miocene of Belgium" by Olivier Lambert and Stephen Louwye in JVP, and, about 2:30 a.m., I read through all of A Little Damned Book of Days, trying to get sleepy. Mostly, I just got sort of creeped out.
Night before last, we finally watched Memoirs of a Geisha, which I thought was a superb and beautiful film.
An Inconvenient Truth is generating a buzz at Cannes. Here in America, W refuses even to watch the film. Go figure...
Though you've probably already heard the news elsewhere, Subterranean Press will be releasing the signed limited edition of MirrorMask: the Illustrated Film Script, which sounds like it's going to be an amazing book. Just follow this link for details. Also, subpress has posted an sneak-peak excerpt from "Bainbridge" on the Alabaster ordering page. Just follow this link to read it. Drink me. Eat me. Click me. Make me squeal. You know the drill.
No word back from Penguin yet on whether or not Dancy will, on the cover of the new Threshold paperback, have her own eyes or Sadie's. The trade paperback is now officially out of print, by the way (of course, it's still available at Amazon and just about everywhere else).
Today is Bob Dylan's 65th birthday. How frelling weird is that?
Anything else about yesterday? Early in the evening, when the day's heat had passed, Spooky and I walked through Freedom Park and spotted the first lightning bugs we've seen this year, as well as a few bats. We spent the evening reading Hutton's The Triumph of the Moon, Chapter Eight ("Finding a Witchcraft") and part of Chapter Nine ("Matrix"). I can see why the fluffy bunnies aren't happy with Hutton. He's pulling no punches about the indisputable modernity of Wicca and Neo-Paganism. I also read "Archaeoziphius microglenoideus, a new primitive beaked whale (Mammalia, Cetacea, Odonotoceti) from the Middle Miocene of Belgium" by Olivier Lambert and Stephen Louwye in JVP, and, about 2:30 a.m., I read through all of A Little Damned Book of Days, trying to get sleepy. Mostly, I just got sort of creeped out.
Night before last, we finally watched Memoirs of a Geisha, which I thought was a superb and beautiful film.
An Inconvenient Truth is generating a buzz at Cannes. Here in America, W refuses even to watch the film. Go figure...