February 3rd, 2009

criminal minds elle lucky

rave on, it's a crazy feeling

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while lennon read a book of marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
"Bye-bye, Miss American Pie."
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
And singin', "This'll be the day that I die.
"This'll be the day that I die."

Fifty years ago, today.

ETA: NPR story on the fifty-year anniversary of the deaths of Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, and J.P. Richardson. And, we presume, probably a pilot too.

I used to work for a guy, Johnna Yurcic, who had been Waylon Jenning's road manager, so I had Waylon's part of the story at secondhand, with real people in it rather than media constructs.

Funny how knowing a guy who knows a guy changes everything. We have a tendency to treat well-known people as fictional, as constructs we can use any way we like. But these days, every time I'm tempted to do that, I remember Johnna talking about Waylon's survivor's guilt, and it reminds me to think of four guys flipping coins on a cold night with the weather threatening snow, not knowing that three of them would be dead soon.

It reminds me to compassion. We're fragile creatures, and there's still enough pain to go around.

And of course, Waylon and Johnna are both gone now, too.
  • Current Music
    Buddy Holly - That'll be the Day
writing gorey earbrass conscious but ver

if i could change, you bet i would

There. 1,028 words this morning, and I have finished the first draft of the blind cave mermaid story. I actually think it's a pretty good draft, though post-draft neurosis is starting to set in and within an hour I will be convinced that it's awful and broken and I hate it.

My next project is lunch, and then while I am eating that I need to sort out all the contracts and invoices and so forth that I currently need to sign and send back to people.

And then I will sit here on the couch and read this book and watch the snow fall.

State of the Honeydew, 2009

Revise Chill
Revise The Sea thy Mistress
Revise One-Eyed Jack and The Suicide King
Write either An Apprentice to Elves or A Reckoning of Men (with truepenny) (or at least get healthily started on it.)
Shadow Unit S3
Write Grail
Write "Smile" (Bone Garden) (started)
Write "On Safari in R'lyeh and Carcosa with Gun and Camera."
Write the blind cave mermaid story.

in the center of the first world

I've been a productive Bear today, what with finishing the draft of the cave mermaids, updating my web page (there's one more piece of short fiction I'm hoping to add, and the Web Ghoul is going to work on a Paypal tip jar button, since my stuff has started turning up on Bittorrent and I want to give folks a chance to amend their karma if they see fit, but it's otherwise done and OMG the bibliography is current!), and getting a whole bunch of paperwork settled and sent out the door.

My to-do list currently consists of one invoice, which is getting handled tomorrow, and a book I need to send out for a contest winner, which has to wait until Roc actually sends me some mass market paperbacks of Whiskey & Water. Um. Right. And revising Chill, which I guess starts soon, but I might take tomorrow as a virtual weekend since I just finished a story and all.

Oh, and I made this new icon, based on a quote by leahbobet.

...I think I'm back. Well, that only took a year and a half.

Could have been worse.
muppetology floyd pepper groovy

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Via just about everybody I know, Abandoned Amusement Parks in Asia.

In my weird synchronicity for the day, I had fresh lavash wrapped around greek cheese and baked for dinner, and now Alton is making... you guessed it. My author must be somewhere craving Middle Eastern food. Or the universe is, as katallen suggested, running out of ideas.
  • Current Music
    Alton Brown on crackers