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Bleedin' and A-Sneezin'
Aug. 3rd, 2009 05:37 pmWow. Three days. I wish I could say it was because I was doing incredible things, but, uh…not so much. Instead, I’ve been having frankly the worst period I’ve had in a while in terms of PMS/cramps, which has simultaneously turned into some sort of summer cold. Annoying, to say the least.
OTOH, I did spend a fair amount of time reorganizing our books yesterday, and—in a stunning display of synchronicity—discovered a pile of old National Geographics I’d repossessed from the downstairs library but never actually read; the first one I picked up had Descent Into the Maya Underworld for its second-string headline. I opened it to discover an amazing fold-out of art depicting the Hero Twins’ triumphant return to Xibalba in three massive paintings by John Jude Palencar (who—I may be wrong about this, but he really looks like the same guy who paints covers for Charles de Lint and Paul Park): Blood Maiden being fertilized by Hun Hanaphu’s severed head as it hangs on the calabash tree, the Twins playing ball at Xibalba’s gates, a massive fight up and down the Sunken Ball-Court’s main playing field. Eyeball necklaces! Floating zombie piranha! If that’s not somebody telling you get your damn ass in gear, lady, I don’t know what is.;)
Meanwhile, Steve and I have finally got both of our comp copies of Clockwork Phoenix 2 in hand, which rocks—they’re beautiful, jam-packed with strange and intricate tales, and I’m frankly amazed to be in such good company. Now I have to vet the edits on my section of Lovecraft Unbound and get those back to Dark Horse ASAP, prepare to sign sheets for EVolVe, and deal with two upcoming Cal-related appointments: A meeting with an occupational therapist tomorrow, plus a genetic screening at Sick Kids’ next Monday. All while upping my word-count something fierce. I devoutly want to be done with Chapter Eleven by Friday, at the latest, and not even the So You Think You Can Dance finale two-shot will keep me from that appointed task.
OTOH, I did spend a fair amount of time reorganizing our books yesterday, and—in a stunning display of synchronicity—discovered a pile of old National Geographics I’d repossessed from the downstairs library but never actually read; the first one I picked up had Descent Into the Maya Underworld for its second-string headline. I opened it to discover an amazing fold-out of art depicting the Hero Twins’ triumphant return to Xibalba in three massive paintings by John Jude Palencar (who—I may be wrong about this, but he really looks like the same guy who paints covers for Charles de Lint and Paul Park): Blood Maiden being fertilized by Hun Hanaphu’s severed head as it hangs on the calabash tree, the Twins playing ball at Xibalba’s gates, a massive fight up and down the Sunken Ball-Court’s main playing field. Eyeball necklaces! Floating zombie piranha! If that’s not somebody telling you get your damn ass in gear, lady, I don’t know what is.;)
Meanwhile, Steve and I have finally got both of our comp copies of Clockwork Phoenix 2 in hand, which rocks—they’re beautiful, jam-packed with strange and intricate tales, and I’m frankly amazed to be in such good company. Now I have to vet the edits on my section of Lovecraft Unbound and get those back to Dark Horse ASAP, prepare to sign sheets for EVolVe, and deal with two upcoming Cal-related appointments: A meeting with an occupational therapist tomorrow, plus a genetic screening at Sick Kids’ next Monday. All while upping my word-count something fierce. I devoutly want to be done with Chapter Eleven by Friday, at the latest, and not even the So You Think You Can Dance finale two-shot will keep me from that appointed task.
