You got a lighthouse inside your head to set you on the right course
Last night did not in fact contain very much sleep. It was unexpected and upsetting. Late in the morning, Autolycus shared a pillow with me and purred consolingly. When I woke and began to pet him, he kneaded my head in a kind of mutual grooming. He is a very, very good cat.
When I finally slept, I dreamed in two layers: that my husband's coworkers at the Somerville Theatre came over to see if I was all right (which was thoughtful of them but confusing, especially since we were living in a completely different apartment) and when I fell asleep after they had gone, that a door opened into a world full of sea. No land in sight, just towering metallic-blue waves and a sun so strong, it made the miles and miles of ocean look like overexposed film. No boats, even. Whatever was there, it was all beneath the surface.
I am very pleased to announce that my story "All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts" has been accepted by Lynne Jamneck for Dreams from the Witch House: Female Voices of Lovecraftian Horror (Dark Regions Press, 2015). Because of the way the last few months have gone, it was essentially written in one overcrowded work week, mostly to a rotating soundtrack of Boston punk and Hector Zazou's Chansons de Mers Froides/Songs from the Cold Seas (1995). It's an Innsmouth story, of course. I am indebted to Amal El-Mohtar for the title. I am really looking forward to the anthology.
When I finally slept, I dreamed in two layers: that my husband's coworkers at the Somerville Theatre came over to see if I was all right (which was thoughtful of them but confusing, especially since we were living in a completely different apartment) and when I fell asleep after they had gone, that a door opened into a world full of sea. No land in sight, just towering metallic-blue waves and a sun so strong, it made the miles and miles of ocean look like overexposed film. No boats, even. Whatever was there, it was all beneath the surface.
I am very pleased to announce that my story "All Our Salt-Bottled Hearts" has been accepted by Lynne Jamneck for Dreams from the Witch House: Female Voices of Lovecraftian Horror (Dark Regions Press, 2015). Because of the way the last few months have gone, it was essentially written in one overcrowded work week, mostly to a rotating soundtrack of Boston punk and Hector Zazou's Chansons de Mers Froides/Songs from the Cold Seas (1995). It's an Innsmouth story, of course. I am indebted to Amal El-Mohtar for the title. I am really looking forward to the anthology.

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Congrats on the sale! And awesome title.
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I really like our cats. Last night was not much better, but waking up to Hestia purring helped.
Congrats on the sale! And awesome title.
Thank you! It was the working title initially, but then it stuck.
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Thank you! This morning it was Hestia providing affection and comfort. We really have amazing cats.
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Thank you!
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I hope you get better sleep tonight.
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Thank you!
I hope you get better sleep tonight.
Eh. Sort of. But this morning it was Hestia curled up with me, purring mightily and rubbing her head against my cheek, and that helps with things a lot.
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Thank you!
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How beautiful. So sorry the mystery and beauty of that dream came along with a night of poor rest, though.
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It was not best. I'm running very exhausted right now. But I like how it served as inadvertent foretelling of the story's success.
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I hope you can find that door again - but I'm glad of cat-cuddles.
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Thank you! It was very useful to have your feedback. I will certainly point everyone toward the story once it's in print.
I hope you can find that door again - but I'm glad of cat-cuddles.
We have such wonderful cats.
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Such beautiful.
I am indebted to Amal El-Mohtar for the title.
This makes me so happy. I too look forward to the anthology!
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It was a beautiful image and it stuck with me. Thank you!