Hellfish

October 23

Gah. Too much lethargy. I should be up for another couple of hours, but I'm sleepy... an evening of lolling around, eating food, watching television, reading. My indolence has taken its toll.

First good news, la: Heather got a job at Blowfish! (It's a sex-toy company, so if you're offendable or at work or whatever, be wary of the link!) I bring home books from my job, and Heather will bring home porn. It could not be better than this. And we're DINKs! Hurrah! Disposable Income, here we come! We celebrated by having a feast-- sandwiches from our favorite shop, ice cream, alcoholic niceties. She'll be making a good bit more money than I do, and her benefits are fabulous... this is a good thing. The last hovering clouds of anxiety are herewith dissipated.

The November ish of A Certain Magazine is finished, as of today, so work was busy and fun. Tomorrow I get to make phone calls and bug publishers; joy! Not my favorite part of the job, but oh well.

I finished Angry Young Spaceman. Meh. Sometimes I thought it was charming, sometimes it infuriated me. It provoked reactions, at least... Just started reading Alien Taste, which I borrowed from Timprov and M'ris about a million weeks ago. The first page is like a tutorial of novice stylistic writing mistakes (lots of filtering verbs, clumsy description, and plain ol' clunky prose), but I haven't given up on it; it could still be an entertaining book... also reading Knuckles and Tales, a collection by Nancy Collins, which I'm almost certain I'm going to review-- it's quite good.

I wrote a blurb a while back for Dennis Latham's book Michael In Hell. It's a pretty brutal horror novel, and it's a cut above most of the small press horror I've read-- genuinely disturbing without being gratuitous, thought-provoking, and creepy. The book comes out on October 28th, and they're accepting pre-orders on it over at the Barnes and Noble website. It's got my blurb on the back cover, so aside from the horror-novelly-goodness it inherently possesses, it's also, like, Tim Pratt memorabilia. Or what have you.

Too sleepy. Must go away now.