Thursday, August 14, 2003
Another day gone, but at least the "new" website is now online, at www.caitlinrkiernan.com. Please revise your bookmarks accordingly and spread the word to anyone you know who may have a link to the old site (www.caitlin-r-kiernan.com). I'll be leaving a copy of the blogger here at Blogspot, but after this morning all new entries will show up only in the journal section of the new site. Again, reset your bookmarks accordingly. The new site still needs a little work. You'll note that the Low Red Moon preview isn't back online yet, and the two most recent photo pages are missing. But that's the worst of it. Fortunately, almost all the files were backed up on mine and Jennifer's computers, or the site would still be in limbo.
As for the discussion forum, maybe something by this weekend. A few folks are showing up in alt.books.cait-r-kiernan, and I'll check in there from time to time until we have a troll-proof forum up and running again.
Yesterday evening, about 6:45, UPS brought me a copy of The Five of Cups, fresh from the printers. It is unspeakably strange to finally see this thing as a printed book, some eleven years after I began writing it (122.5 months, to be more precise). It's a little hard to take in, even after the books that have come before it, because this is where it started. And Subterranean Press is to be commended on doing a marvelous job with it. I can say with certainty that The Five of Cups is the best looking book yet to wear my name. Rick Lieder's cover is gorgeous, and I think everyone will get a kick out of the photo on the back of the dust jacket (thank you, Spooky). Gail Cross designed the dust jacket, and it's beautiful. So, nothing much in the way of complaints on this one (and how often is it I can't find something to complain about?), and, if you haven't already, I urge you to go forthwith to Subterranean Press and order a copy before they're all gone.
Now, this e-mail from yesterday:
Caitlin,
I confess I am entering this conversation at a late point in the game. But what the fuck. I've played catch-up my entire life, and I am good at it.
I just wanted to say that I hope bullshit articles like the one I just read at the 9th Art website don't weigh too heavily on you. I don't know who Roxanne Grant is but (heave) she obviously has even less of an idea than I do about how the creative process works in the comic book world. What a little cunt.
Keep writing, woman. I am your newest (and tallest) fan.
Regards,
dethbird
Ah, yes. Roxanne Grant and 9th Art. "How Caitlin R. Kiernan Killed The Dreaming," or something to that effect. When it originally appeared, back in 2001, the article repeatedly misquoted Neil to make it seem as though I'd written The Dreaming as I had in defiance of his wishes. That is, of course, twaddle, as Neil personally approved every script and I always rewrote the things he asked me to. He was as baffled by Ms. Grant's assertions as I was. When I pointed this out to 9th Art, they at least had the decency to remove the fallacious passages of her article. I think Grant herself sent some sort of half-assed apology. Anyway, yes, no one else knows else knows who Roxanne Grant is, either, which I think is the real source of her unhappiness, and that's ancient frelling history, besides, but new readers - especially new tall readers - are always a good thing!
And speaking of Neil, I got word from someone in the offices of my NYC agent yesterday that, during a Manhattan signing for Wolves in the Walls last Friday, someone asked him (via a blue note card) to tell me to cheer up. Fortunately, Neil has been wise enough to do no such foolish thing. I mean, what exactly the frell is there to cheer up about?
I have to finish Chapter Seven and write Chapter Eight on Murder of Angels between now and August 28th. Ten days to do 15,000-20,000 wds. Does anyone out there want to be me for the remainder of the month?
No, you don't. Put your hand down.
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