Saturday, April 17, 2004
The new novel has a working title — Daughter of Hounds. It's much easier to think of it as something that will one day become a book if I can call it something other than "the next novel." I'm not entirely sure this title will stick. But it might. I spent a good deal of yesterday talking over the storyline with Spooky. I have most of the characters in my head, and perhaps the major conflicts, and the story up to about the middle of the novel (which is really all I need for the proposal). Of course, now I have to write it all down, because it's worth absolutely nothing in my head. I begin to suspect this will be a significantly longer novel than Low Red Moon.
You can all blame Spooky for this. I lay the blame for my newfound LiveJournal addiction squarely on her shoulders. Oh, sure, it all started innocently enough, with her Species of One community. It's all shits and giggles until someone gets hurt, or wastes two hours frelling around with the settings on LiveJournal when she's supposed to be working on a book proposal. Spooky came back from the market yesterday afternoon and found me hunched over the iBook, drooling, babbling incoherently about "Digital Multiplex (OSWD)" and "Punquin Elegant." She had to pry my bleeding fingers from the keyboard, and all night little alien mood icons danced before my eyes. I am doomed, surely (but there's a setting for Esperanto!).
Anyway...
Last night we watched Ginger Snaps II: Unleashed and, while it's not quite as marvelous as the original, it's quite good and not the disaster I'd feared. But I'm thinking the third film, Ginger Snaps III: The Beginning will be better (despite the stunningly unimaginative title). You can see the trailer here (thanks, Robyn). And we followed werewolves with Kill Bill, Vol. 1, which is every bit as brilliant as I remembered. We're going to try to see Vol. 2 tomorrow afternoon.
A new ranking of "healthiest" U.S. states (by Morgan Quitno Press) puts Georgia at 42. Diverse criteria include such things as teen birth rates and cancer death rates. But Georgia comes off better than most of the rest of the deep south — South Carolina (46), Alabama (47), Louisiana (48), and Mississippi (50) all fare worse. Tennessee comes in at 36 and North Carolina at 30. Meanwhile, New England states hog the top twenty: New Hampshire (1), Vermont (2), Massachusetts (8), Maine (9), Connecticut (10), and Rhode Island (18). So, this is one more bit of ammo in Spooky's ongoing campaign to get me out of the South and into the NE. One day, I shall be a polar bear, basking in the glow of the Aurora Borealis...
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