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Half the days are mine remembering friends from the earth
From the front lines of the lurgi: I woke up coughing in the middle of the night, have a spiking headache, have appointments I can't miss this afternoon [edit: THE MBTA DECREED OTHERWISE]. I had to check when I got up that there was not really a Cambridge-area writer named Sandrine Aday who had written an unfinished sequence of intense, dreamlike, anthropomorphic animal fantasies from the early '80's through the early '90's before dying under still-mysterious circumstances having to do with a holdup and her daughter being in jail. In the dream I had grown up reading her, as had several but not all of my friends; she had the kind of not quite cult fandom of Meredith Ann Pierce, pre-Baen P.C. Hodgell, pre-Firebird Clare Bell. "Like Redwall, but earlier, and only the weird bits," I remember describing her work to someone who had never heard of her. She had never been reprinted. That was changing, I really want to say because Small Beer Press had waded through the rights hell that was the remains of her estate; a previously unpublished story of hers was the centerpiece of one of their upcoming anthologies. I had work in it; so did Greer Gilman; so did Ruthanna Emyrs. The Aday story had herons and a sacrifice headland, which ties it to one of the oldest dreams I can remember. I was reading the galleys in a boathouse. I really resent this anthology not existing.
P.S. I rated an end-of-year recommendation in the same company as Sylvia Townsend Warner, Audre Lorde, and Dorothy B. Hughes. I'll take it!
P.P.S. And TCM is running Van Heflin movies for his birthday. I have already reviewed Act of Violence (1948) and The Prowler (1951); I have never seen Patterns (1956); I made it halfway through Tennessee Johnson (1942) once. I guess I have a plan? I've been so sick, I haven't even been watching movies.
P.S. I rated an end-of-year recommendation in the same company as Sylvia Townsend Warner, Audre Lorde, and Dorothy B. Hughes. I'll take it!
P.P.S. And TCM is running Van Heflin movies for his birthday. I have already reviewed Act of Violence (1948) and The Prowler (1951); I have never seen Patterns (1956); I made it halfway through Tennessee Johnson (1942) once. I guess I have a plan? I've been so sick, I haven't even been watching movies.
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Yay end-of-tear recommendations!
I feel like you've dreamt about nonexistent writers/books/artists before. Some day, I hope you write a AU story (novel?) that features them all.
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I'm trying. When the MBTA fell over badly enough that I wouldn't be able to get to my appointments on time, instead of making myself sicker running around the city, I called to see if I could reschedule and went home and basically fell over myself. I need to hang on to some kind of functionality. I have a performance coming up.
Yay end-of-year recommendations!
Thank you!
I feel like you've dreamt about nonexistent writers/books/artists before.
I have! It's usually nonexistent books and movies, although every now and then it's a painting or a play or something. There is clearly much better funding for the arts in my dreams.
Some day, I hope you write a AU story (novel?) that features them all.
Thank you. I will think about how something like that might be done.
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Yes.
...Uh, scheduling's always problematic (what with job and a weekend where I'm going to be spending most of it in a belltower again), but lemme know if there's anything I can do. Inc. if you need a ride somewhere: I can potentially bend my schedule around...
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Maybe you could parlay parts of that dream into a story?
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Cool. I'm not sure I have the concentration right now for a really worthwhile movie, but I will try to get to it before it expires from TCM.
Maybe you could parlay parts of that dream into a story?
I am going to think about it. I keep dreaming things that feel like wonderful prompts, but so few of them actually turn into fiction.
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*BOUNCE*
*BOUNCE*
YOU AND YOUR OXYGEN TANK HAVE BEEN CORDIALLY INVITED ETC. NOW DON'T OVERDO IT.
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I CAN'T ENJOY IT IF I'M DEAD.
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That is a fascinating dream, though.
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Thank you! The appointments are in a kind of rescheduling limbo at the moment, but honestly I think it was not terrible for me not to go anywhere today.
That is a fascinating dream, though.
I really like the art I get in my dreams.
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I hope the appointment go as well as possible.
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Thank you.
I hope the appointment go as well as possible.
They did not go at all due to the bus I needed to catch not going either, but in hindsight I think it is all right that I have spent the day mostly stationary.
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Hope you get better soon.
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I do, too! Especially since she was just coming back into print. I could have recommended them to everybody.
Hope you get better soon.
Thank you.
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I would totally be reading them right now.
I too sometimes have dreams that I wake up from and can't quite believe weren't real.
It's very often art with me—my own or others'. I'd like it to be real.
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That is an incredibly kind question. Short of a better job or a better immune system, I cannot think of anything at the moment, but I appreciate your asking. I will take interesting links if you got them.
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I really want to read this. We may have to write it.
Your reviewer has exquisite taste. That passage she quoted from Sylvia Townsend Warner is one of my pocket stones.
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That would be fascinating. I don't think I've written anything with animal protagonists since I was in elementary school. (I wrote cat romance. My parents still have it.)
Your reviewer has exquisite taste. That passage she quoted from Sylvia Townsend Warner is one of my pocket stones.
I'm glad to hear that; it made me think of you.
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I am deeply honoured.
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