The rain will surely win the race

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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, "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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Which Lovecraft, or could you tell? I've always wanted to do a version of The Thing on the Doorstep that'd restore Asenath Waite to her central position as the Ligeia of Lovecraftia. (Also, is her husband Edward Pickman Derby supposed to be related to Richard Pickman?)

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Which Lovecraft, or could you tell?

I think it was a story that didn't actually exist: I remember it on the model of "The Colour Out of Space" or "The Whisperer in Darkness," with a central weird event whose investigation becomes itself a vector of the weirdness. Scholar-protagonist, setting seaside New England. It was a period piece, which was slowing me down. That part is completely realistic.

I've always wanted to do a version of The Thing on the Doorstep that'd restore Asenath Waite to her central position as Ligeia Lovecraftia.

. . . would buy from seller.

Just saying.

(Also, is her husband Edward Pickman Derby supposed to be related to Richard Pickman?)

I always assumed so. There's the Nathaniel Derby Pickman Foundation in At the Mountains of Madness, too.