Wednesday, January 29, 2003
Yesterday I did 1,039 words on the new short story, "La Peau Verte." It's coming along very well. I think I'm using this story to go even farther than I usually do with the idea that paranormal events have a structure that bears little similarity to the classic ghost story, or to weird fiction, or even to most modern "horror." Events that may seem disconnected, and which may be scattered across years, but which may assume new significance, new meaning, in the face of the inexplicable. The undeniably inexplicable. I've been doing this for years, of course, exploring this problem, which seems generally ignored by dark fantasists. "Spindleshanks" and "The Road of Pins" are good examples of this approach, and "Onion," too, probably. It's an extension of my realization, long ago, that paranormal events rarely present us with tidy conclusions. Their beginnings and their endings are usually ambiguous. Like life in general, they do not follow plot lines.
Also, my comp box for Bast: Eternity Game Part Two arrived yesterday afternoon. Though the middle issues of three-part stories are often dreaded, I think the middle issue of this series is my favorite and the strongest part of the story. Another great cover from Dave McKean, and Steve Bennett's art does wonderful things with Egyptian mythology. I'm not sure when it'll be in stores. A week or so from now, I think.
And it's Wednesday, which means I have to remind you to keep Friday night open for Farscape. The Sci-Fi Channel, 8 p.m./12:30 a.m. Eastern (check local listings for times in your area!).
Otherwise, I haven't much to report this morning. There was a salad dressing cataclysm last night, which may have scarred me for life, but I think I'm still too traumatized to report it here. It's raining in Atlanta, but warmer. I'm going to try to do the club thing again tonight. My skin's still dry, thanks to our constant in-house sirocco.
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