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Jul. 27th, 2003 02:13 amGot 1500 words done this weekend on project #15ish. I need to FINISH something. I've gotten two shortstories done recently, now I just need to submit them. I'm surprised at how few people are familiar with the chupacabra legends. I finally got my book review page started. And given proper credit where credit was due to my picture on my page- Thanks Katrina.
The boys were rowdy last night until I put Mulholland Drive in. THAT quieted them down pretty quickly. Gil was whiney this evening, so to shut him up, I put Argento's Inferno in, again.
I got Caitlin Kiernan's Waycross chapbook in the mail yesterday, and put my order in for the Five of Cups. Maybe I should start smoking crack, because it's gotta be a cheaper hobby.
I recently labled my burnt roms, and I found my copy of Zu Warriors. I'd forgotten how pretty it was. I asked Rogue if she could think of any American films that have the "feel" movies like that do. She didn't think so. I realize I was looking at the wrong English speaking country. See below for the link for Peter Pan.
Happy Moment at work- China Mieville's Perdito Street Station is now in mass market paperback.
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Cleaning out my hard drive, I found this- a LJ entry that never got posted from 7.15:
I don't know if i've babbled about this before, but I'm sometimes i'm sensitive to music. It's the strings. I downloaded a parody of the MasterCard ad (maybe it's real, but got pulled, I'm not sure). It's for countingdown.com. "Light Sabre: $200 credits. Passage to Alderan $10000 credits. Cloud City Carbon Freeze, $8000 credits. Reward for finding the Millennium Falcon, $20000 Credits.Haiving the coolest movie site of the year: Priceless. There are somethings credits can't buy. For everything else there's MasterCard." I think it's Luke's theme. Starts out with mournful horns, which segue into triumphant horns. I get chills, then a little lump in my throat, while my eyes begin to water. Damn. I'm such a sucker.
Or maybe it's the booze. Had my first drink in at least a month tonihgt. So I had two. MMMMMMMMMMM. Chartreuse. Love me, my sweet, green mother.
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Got about a page done today. I've become enamoured with the idea of bad houses. Two of my last few projects have involved the idea of the house as an Xth character. Not sure what triggered that. Maybe apartment living. Because these aren't just houses, they're "Houses". Big. Old, in one case, sprawling and modern in another. Anne Rivers Siddons did a great "born bad" contemporary haunted house story in her "The House Next Door," a novel I didn't realize was in Danse Macrabe until after I had read it. King devotes a whole chapter to it. It's funny, I met Siddons when she was touring to promote "Outer Banks" and by then she'd settled into her "Southern Writer" mode, while her second release, "Fox's Earth" is marketed to be, originally at least, something that could be at home on an airport spinner rack next to Stephen King and others of his... ilk circia 1985. Ahhhh, remember those days of every fourth paperback on the rack being horror, with the die cut covers to reveal the hidden EVIL! The Legions 0f evil children with glowing eyes. A time when Mary Higgin Clark was best known for her menace to children novels (Where are the Children? While My Pretty on Sleeps) as was, come to think of it, John Saul.
ummm where was I? Oh yeah. Bad Houses. If I can get off my metaphorical butt and follow through, this new piece will be like the bastard cousin of something by Jackson, King, Matheson, and Clegg. Yeah. I've got guts to make a claim like that. And I'm not so smart that I don't realize that I'll probably get sidetracked on this Magnum Opus as well.
Does the phrase Magnum Opus evoke the image of a penguin packing heat to anyone besides me?
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Voice of a dead woman. Mia Zapata. The Gits. Unfuckingbelievable. Her song "Second Skin" has been pretty much SEARED onto my hard drive. I wish I could channel her energy into whatever I'm writing when I'm listening to it. Unfortunately, most of my writing, the feel is more subdued. I've been reading a book on how to get your horror novel published. It's pretty much crap. Very dated. There's a whole chapter dedicated to the hot new thing, Splatterpunk. Did I say dated?
Battery is dying. Time to shut down.
-- END of 7.15 entry.
One of my co-workers confessed to being fixated on Colin Firth today. Just to mess with her, I'm going to let her borrow my copy of "Another Country."
The boys were rowdy last night until I put Mulholland Drive in. THAT quieted them down pretty quickly. Gil was whiney this evening, so to shut him up, I put Argento's Inferno in, again.
I got Caitlin Kiernan's Waycross chapbook in the mail yesterday, and put my order in for the Five of Cups. Maybe I should start smoking crack, because it's gotta be a cheaper hobby.
I recently labled my burnt roms, and I found my copy of Zu Warriors. I'd forgotten how pretty it was. I asked Rogue if she could think of any American films that have the "feel" movies like that do. She didn't think so. I realize I was looking at the wrong English speaking country. See below for the link for Peter Pan.
Happy Moment at work- China Mieville's Perdito Street Station is now in mass market paperback.
--
Cleaning out my hard drive, I found this- a LJ entry that never got posted from 7.15:
I don't know if i've babbled about this before, but I'm sometimes i'm sensitive to music. It's the strings. I downloaded a parody of the MasterCard ad (maybe it's real, but got pulled, I'm not sure). It's for countingdown.com. "Light Sabre: $200 credits. Passage to Alderan $10000 credits. Cloud City Carbon Freeze, $8000 credits. Reward for finding the Millennium Falcon, $20000 Credits.Haiving the coolest movie site of the year: Priceless. There are somethings credits can't buy. For everything else there's MasterCard." I think it's Luke's theme. Starts out with mournful horns, which segue into triumphant horns. I get chills, then a little lump in my throat, while my eyes begin to water. Damn. I'm such a sucker.
Or maybe it's the booze. Had my first drink in at least a month tonihgt. So I had two. MMMMMMMMMMM. Chartreuse. Love me, my sweet, green mother.
--
Got about a page done today. I've become enamoured with the idea of bad houses. Two of my last few projects have involved the idea of the house as an Xth character. Not sure what triggered that. Maybe apartment living. Because these aren't just houses, they're "Houses". Big. Old, in one case, sprawling and modern in another. Anne Rivers Siddons did a great "born bad" contemporary haunted house story in her "The House Next Door," a novel I didn't realize was in Danse Macrabe until after I had read it. King devotes a whole chapter to it. It's funny, I met Siddons when she was touring to promote "Outer Banks" and by then she'd settled into her "Southern Writer" mode, while her second release, "Fox's Earth" is marketed to be, originally at least, something that could be at home on an airport spinner rack next to Stephen King and others of his... ilk circia 1985. Ahhhh, remember those days of every fourth paperback on the rack being horror, with the die cut covers to reveal the hidden EVIL! The Legions 0f evil children with glowing eyes. A time when Mary Higgin Clark was best known for her menace to children novels (Where are the Children? While My Pretty on Sleeps) as was, come to think of it, John Saul.
ummm where was I? Oh yeah. Bad Houses. If I can get off my metaphorical butt and follow through, this new piece will be like the bastard cousin of something by Jackson, King, Matheson, and Clegg. Yeah. I've got guts to make a claim like that. And I'm not so smart that I don't realize that I'll probably get sidetracked on this Magnum Opus as well.
Does the phrase Magnum Opus evoke the image of a penguin packing heat to anyone besides me?
--
Voice of a dead woman. Mia Zapata. The Gits. Unfuckingbelievable. Her song "Second Skin" has been pretty much SEARED onto my hard drive. I wish I could channel her energy into whatever I'm writing when I'm listening to it. Unfortunately, most of my writing, the feel is more subdued. I've been reading a book on how to get your horror novel published. It's pretty much crap. Very dated. There's a whole chapter dedicated to the hot new thing, Splatterpunk. Did I say dated?
Battery is dying. Time to shut down.
-- END of 7.15 entry.
One of my co-workers confessed to being fixated on Colin Firth today. Just to mess with her, I'm going to let her borrow my copy of "Another Country."
