Cloudy, rainy, chilly, ugly here in Providence. Summer is dead.
From the realm of the unexpected and vaguely surreal, my editor sent me a blurb yesterday for
Blood Oranges. The blurb is from
Amber Benson. Yes, the actress who played Tara on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Anyway, here's the blurb: In the conjuring of Blood Oranges, Caitlin R. Kiernan
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Ok, that is really fucking cool.
It was unexpected.
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Best blurb ever.
o.O. I'm not sure I can agree.
Sometimes, at the library, a clerk will ask me if she/he should shelve a book with a pseudonym by the author's main name. Never! says I. The pseudonym is there for a reason. Abide by it.
Thank you.
Also, forgive that emoticon.
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may all her fans pick up your books.
That would be nice.
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Listening to the rain splatting [no other word for it] on the might-as-well-be-tarpaper roof of my storage unit while trying to organize room for fifty more boxes of books saved from last week's completely-could-have-been-avoidable flood at the bookstore.
Hoping for sun tomorrow.
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trying to organize room for fifty more boxes of books saved from last week's completely-could-have-been-avoidable flood at the bookstore.
Yikes.
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Re: Tequila and pills - No pills for me except a few aspirin, but there was a splash of tequila in the chicken enchiladas with tomatillo sauce that I made for dinner a few nights ago, and finished off for lunch today. Probably not enough to qualify, however. Wonder what you'd get if someone slipped tentacle tips off an Elder God into tequila bottles instead of the worms?
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Re: Amber Benson - I read a couple of the Subterranean Press books that she did with Christopher Golden, and enjoyed them well enough. That's a nice strong blurb from someone with a good fanbase in the right places for your book.
Yep.
Wonder what you'd get if someone slipped tentacle tips off an Elder God into tequila bottles instead of the worms?
I wouldn't mind finding out.
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You'd be in for a helluva ride, I'd imagine. The clouds would pour out of the sky into the spaces behind your eyeballs, spin down your brainstem to flood your pericardium, finally to drain out from underneath your fingernails. And not those nice innocent fluffy white ones, either. Those nasty purplish-green bruised clouds given off by dead and decaying sky gods.
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Works for me.
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