Of the nightmares I had last night in the three and a half hours I managed to sleep, I think the best was the young East Asian man standing in front of our refrigerator, looking earnestly into the open freezer. He was wearing a very '90's plaid flannel overshirt, but when he turned to me I could see that his eyes were also mouths—not the neat teeth-fringed sockets of Sandman's The Corinthian, but jagged, champing fissures moving as busily as mouthparts, some of their teeth recognizably human, some very definitely not. In the dream I recognized him as some kind of youkai, but awake I have no idea. I knew he did not mean me harm. That did not necessarily make him safe to have in the house. I have to catch a bus now.
2018-01-15
I am home from Arisia. I am exhausted. It was good.
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ladymondegreen and nineweaving. Both were great. I may have accepted a commission to write a poem that begins with a choice between a curse and a road ahead. In between I sat in the green room and drank more endless Styrofoam cups of hot water and honey and talked with a former fellow editor at Strange Horizons; afterward I ended up having dinner and lovely conversation at Mamaleh's with ashnistrike and Nineweaving and someone who may or may not have a Dreamwidth handle. It is cold enough out right now that the wind sticks to your face like molten glass, so coming indoors to hot chocolate and my beloved off-menu sandwich (half cold tongue, half chopped liver) was especially welcome. I remember talking about the Summer Street Bridge disaster and U.A. Fanthorpe's "Rising Damp." I brought a 50/50 home for spatch and Hestia made inquiries as to the suitability of corned beef for cats. I am coughing now and still feverish and I never lost my voice.
I have a whole bunch of things to do this week, including prepare for another reading in Providence on Saturday, but right now I think I am going to curl up and do something totally inessential. This weekend went much better than I thought it would.
My last two panels were group readings, the first poetry and the second fiction; co-panelists included
ladymondegreen and nineweaving. Both were great. I may have accepted a commission to write a poem that begins with a choice between a curse and a road ahead. In between I sat in the green room and drank more endless Styrofoam cups of hot water and honey and talked with a former fellow editor at Strange Horizons; afterward I ended up having dinner and lovely conversation at Mamaleh's with ashnistrike and Nineweaving and someone who may or may not have a Dreamwidth handle. It is cold enough out right now that the wind sticks to your face like molten glass, so coming indoors to hot chocolate and my beloved off-menu sandwich (half cold tongue, half chopped liver) was especially welcome. I remember talking about the Summer Street Bridge disaster and U.A. Fanthorpe's "Rising Damp." I brought a 50/50 home for spatch and Hestia made inquiries as to the suitability of corned beef for cats. I am coughing now and still feverish and I never lost my voice.I have a whole bunch of things to do this week, including prepare for another reading in Providence on Saturday, but right now I think I am going to curl up and do something totally inessential. This weekend went much better than I thought it would.