"I cursed myself for being surprised."

[greygirlbeast]

Yesterday, very many corrections were made to "Goggles (c. 1910)" (though there's a small bit left to do). Email was written. I went to the dratted, goddamn bank. I received the editorial letter for Blood OrangesOutside, the sun is very bright, but the air is cold. Only 52˚F. We might reach 57˚F today. At least it isn't raining

Comments

[witchchild]

I finished The Drowning Girl today. Confession: aside from some short pieces I think I came across in anthologies, this is only the second book of yours I have read. The first was Silk, a long long time ago. But that one has stuck with me even though I never reread it. Drowning Girl is already set to do the same. Thank you for writing.

[greygirlbeast]

You're welcome, and thank you. I wish I had fond memories of Silk, but I began to hate it long ago.

TDG

[ext_351075]

Recently finished The Drowning Girl, and am still experiencing aftershocks. I love your short stories, and I did not expect anything to unseat Daughter of Hounds as my favorite of your novels, but TDG did. It is beautiful and complex and dizzying in the best sort of way. The voice of Imp will linger and haunt all who hear it, and I am so glad you wrote her. Thank you. (Also: I had been afraid the inclusion of your short stories within the novel might detract from the story, but was pleasantly surprised-- or startled-- by how true they were to Imp's character, and by the strange and wonderful dimensions they added to her stories).

Re: TDG

[greygirlbeast]

Thank you.

[grey_ram]

I also recently finished The Drowning Girl and it's certainly... intense. It felt like it finished something of which the Red Tree is also a part. (I haven't read any of your other books yet.) An amazing book, the feelings it leaves are hard to describe. Thank you indeed for writing this.

[greygirlbeast]

It felt like it finished something of which the Red Tree is also a part.

Because they are, essentially, bookends.

(I haven't read any of your other books yet.)

Other than the more recent short story collections, don't bother.

And thank you.

[sovay]

At least it isn't raining.

It was an odd mix of spring and winter here, depending on as little as the force of the wind or whether I was standing in shadow. I pulled off my sweater and walked around in my jacket; then I sat on a bench by the river and had to put the sweater back on. I don't think this planet knows what season it is anymore.