Monday, April 22, 2002
Only 722 wds. today, but that got me to pg. 136 and the end of Chapter Four. After a visit to the dentist tomorrow, I'll begin Chapter Five.
Part of the day was spent moving a superfluous futon out of my office, freeing up a great deal of space. Moving things about in the office is almost always momentous and somewhat disorienting. The futon is currently residing in the hallyway outside the apartment door, waiting until we have time to move it down into the basement. I know you care.
I read more Willian Blake this afternoon — Songs of Innocence and Songs of Experience. Blake is amazing.
Did I mention how absolutely imperative it is that you order at least one copy of In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers? It's the first time I've ever done a novella (or novellette, or whatever — a long short story), which Subterranean Press has published as a small hardback, complete with a painted cover and interior black-and-white illustrations by Dame Darcy (she of Meatcake). It was a very popular book at WHC in Chicago, perhaps because of the detailed illustrations on the endpapers, which depict, rather graphically, the depredations of a clan of ghoulish Victorian lesbians. Anyway, it's a story about Dancy Flammarion, set just before her arrival in Birmingham, just prior to the beginning of Threshold. You can order directly from the Subterranean Press website. Order the limited or lettered edition and get "On the Road to Jefferson," a free chapbook detailing the dangers of wandering lonely Georgia roads in a car full of drunken goths. And remember: spending your money on my books won't buy Voltaire love, but it's better than wasting your riches on gummy worms and tequila.
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