All you sailors, all life-savers, all you cruisers, all you fishermen

[sovay]

All right, I am slowly catching up with the twentieth century:

I have a website.

My father laid down the bones of this site around the time of Ghost Signs in 2015, but then my life fell apart so speedily and so awfully that nothing ever came of it. In anticipation of Forget the Sleepless Shores, I restarted it this weekend. I have done basically nothing else for the last two days except enter a lot of HTML and futz with tiny fragments of Drupal and have a migraine. My parents, spatch, and selkie have been very patient.

All slides on the front page are the creation of my father; all photographs except for the deep space one were taken by someone in my family. All text and errors are mine. I may continue to tinker with the site for the next couple of days, but it should now be live.

At the moment I think it looks rather nice.

Comments

[selkie]

While the migraine isn't what this weekend wanted, the website will do nicely. It's very solid and, to the point, makes you look like you're a highly reputable, well-blurbed writer of marketable words, all of which has happened to be true for a decade, just under a big mossy rock.

I brought the winch.

[sovay]

It's very solid and, to the point, makes you look like you're a highly reputable, well-blurbed writer of marketable words, all of which has happened to be true for a decade, just under a big mossy rock.

Thank you. There is still a slight feeling of unreality about the entire project, but I think my writing itself had started to feel unreal to me, and that just can't stand.

I brought the winch.

Launch!

[selkie]

BOOK BIRTHDAY BOOK BIRTHDAY TOMORROW IS YOUR BOOK BIRTHDAY *prances around with a lit torch and a Phrygian cap on*

[sovay]

*prances around with a lit torch and a Phrygian cap on*

That is much classier than a party blower.