Mugging the Furies
April 16
6:30 p.m.
So much to talk about, so little time...
First, writing stuff:
Erin Donahoe has accepted two of my poems for publication in the antho she's editing; "Hounded" and "Clutch Purse" (the first one I like a good bit; the latter, which I wrote last night at Au Coquelet, is one of the best things I've written recently, I think).
In other poetry-news, the first of my Bestiary poems is online at Strange Horizons -- "Poor Bahamut". "Laughing Blood" will appear there next week.
Yesterday I got a check (much needed!) from Suddenly Press, publisher of Best of the Rest, for "Annabelle's Alphabet". Happiness abounds.
To balance the good, I've received two rejections -- one from Ideomancer, one from Pedestal. Ah, well. Off they go elsewhere.
Damon Knight has passed away... really too bad. He was a towering figure in the field for a long time.
Jon Hansen sent me a wonderful short story he wrote, inspired by my last entry, about ants and dinosaurs... it's so nice to be the cause of writing in others!
Now, for a brief recap...
We went to a party Saturday night, in the city, in a not-so-nice part of the city, actually; but it was a very nice party, and I had far more fun than I'd expected.
The amazing thing was the house. I didn't know places like that existed in that part of San Francisco. It was astonishing. Three floors, beautifully decorated, but the backyard was the amazing part. A big deck with a hot tub, and a small but gorgeous garden, with a huge old gnarled (but still living) tree, benches, a little waterfall, lots of plants. A little pocket of heaven (especially in that Islamic sense of heaven as a walled garden). I was in awe. The effort that must have gone into the house as a whole, and the deck/garden in particular, is overwhelming to consider. Truly amazing. I only hope I can ever live somewhere that approaches that kind of beauty.
Sunday was a lazy layabout sort of day. I typed some of the story I wrote last week, and wrote a bit on Rangergirl (about 1200 words; I really need to read the entire novel-so-far before I do much more, to refresh myself in every particular). Other than that, I read a bit, drank some tea, hung out with Heather, watched some Twin Peaks, and generally lazed...
And last night we worked out, and I went to Au Coquelet for a bit afterward, then came home and watched some Twin Peaks, and toddled off to bed.
There's more to say, but no time just now to say it. I may write more later tonight; I may not. La, and farewell.
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Words written since last entry: 1,500
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