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The rain will surely win the race
1. I slept about four hours last night. Most of them were taken up with dreaming of children's books in a nonexistent library. I chalk this up to my recent Bellairs binge and a desire to seek out Frances Hardinge, who I believe has slightly more objective reality than the authors I dreamed about. The night before last, asleep for a rare twelve hours in the wake of the pre-Code marathon, I dreamed I was behind deadline on a Lovecraftian script treatment. I woke up and thought, "![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
handful_ofdust . . . ?"
2. Yesterday's primary social engagement: meeting my new Strange Horizons co-editors,ajodasso and rinue, for cake and conversation at the Danish Pastry House. We talked about poetry. We also talked about the folklore of tomatoes and our feelings toward root vegetables of the UK. This thing where we all live within driving or public transit distance of one another is fascinating. We have plans.
3. Vonda McIntyre's The Moon and the Sun (1997) is finally being filmed. I repeat: PETER DINKLAGE PLEASE THANK YOU. (And hey, after Game of Thrones, maybe someone with a bankroll will even agree with me.)
It is pouring rain, steadily and undramatically; I do not foresee doing very much with the next twelve hours besides working and trying to recharge. I would like to be writing, but it's one of those days when I feel like someone erased the inside of my head. Have a Roman shipwreck. I like the shipwright's lost brush, the sailor who dropped his name into the sea. I'd missed the olive stone in Silchester.
handful_ofdust . . . ?"2. Yesterday's primary social engagement: meeting my new Strange Horizons co-editors,
ajodasso and rinue, for cake and conversation at the Danish Pastry House. We talked about poetry. We also talked about the folklore of tomatoes and our feelings toward root vegetables of the UK. This thing where we all live within driving or public transit distance of one another is fascinating. We have plans.3. Vonda McIntyre's The Moon and the Sun (1997) is finally being filmed. I repeat: PETER DINKLAGE PLEASE THANK YOU. (And hey, after Game of Thrones, maybe someone with a bankroll will even agree with me.)
It is pouring rain, steadily and undramatically; I do not foresee doing very much with the next twelve hours besides working and trying to recharge. I would like to be writing, but it's one of those days when I feel like someone erased the inside of my head. Have a Roman shipwreck. I like the shipwright's lost brush, the sailor who dropped his name into the sea. I'd missed the olive stone in Silchester.
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why are shipwrecks so beautiful?
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I don't know, but I find them so. Partly I think it must be the sea-change, partly the way, being unplanned, they let you in on the past: unopened jars, dropped coins, timbers with the marks of sail and strain on them, all things you can handle, not just read about, time that is close enough to touch, but never recover.
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Poem, photo-essay, something, thank you.