Climbing Upwards
Jun. 1st, 2009 10:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
handful_ofdustThe Burning Effigy Spring launch last night, at the Central (on Markham, right next to Suspect Video), went very well indeed. I read a snippet from Chapter Four and a poem, both of which were well-received, then got my ass roundly kicked by Dave Alexander (officially popping his public reading cherry by doing a particularly body-horrific bit from his story "Growth Spurts", featured in B.E.'s Fresh Blood anthology) and the star of the night, Richard Gavin (whose brilliant and eerie novella Primeval Wood is available right now, so go order it post-haste). Musical interludes were provided by Kristen Sandwich, an evocative accapella group who can apparently be found via Facebook--they did versions of Brecht and Weill's "Surabaya Johnny" and Kate Bush's "Wuthering Heights", plus an original called "End of Days". All in all, one of the best launches I've been to; the place was packed, and nobody went home bored. Plus, great company!
Now I'm getting my crap together in terms of chores and such, the better to maximize my potential output later in the day--no Rod this afternoon, unfortunately, and the weather has turned, so I'm hoping to get Cal set up with a Disney film and hammer out at least 500 words before we eventually have to go off to Social Skills at the Geneva Centre. I must admit,a fter last week, it annoyed me somewhat that I wasn't able to write much this weekend; still, some great dialogue came to me as I was walking him over this morning, so that bodes well.
In body-related news, I've been growing out my hair, which is now longer than it's probably been in the last ten years. Annoyance factors aside, I've decided not to do anything with it except maybe an occasionally trim/shape, and see how it looks in November (that magical month); I've also decided, officially, that November will be the month I book a new tattoo. The options:
A "monkey climbing upwards", of the type my Mom, mother-in-law and Cal all are, according to Chinese astrology, or--
An image of Ixtab, Mayan goddess of Death by Hanging, as per the icon above, perhaps plus--
This Sylvia Plath quote, which I have long wanted to stick on myself somewhere: The blood jet is poetry. There is no stopping it.
As to where--probably the mid-upper-arm, next to my inaccurate cartouche ("That's not even a name!", some old scholar at a party once complained to me, like I didn't already know); black-work for Ixtab, a few touches of color for the monkey. But I suppose we'll have to see...
"After November" really is becoming my battle cry, these days. Could be worse.;)
Now I'm getting my crap together in terms of chores and such, the better to maximize my potential output later in the day--no Rod this afternoon, unfortunately, and the weather has turned, so I'm hoping to get Cal set up with a Disney film and hammer out at least 500 words before we eventually have to go off to Social Skills at the Geneva Centre. I must admit,a fter last week, it annoyed me somewhat that I wasn't able to write much this weekend; still, some great dialogue came to me as I was walking him over this morning, so that bodes well.
In body-related news, I've been growing out my hair, which is now longer than it's probably been in the last ten years. Annoyance factors aside, I've decided not to do anything with it except maybe an occasionally trim/shape, and see how it looks in November (that magical month); I've also decided, officially, that November will be the month I book a new tattoo. The options:
A "monkey climbing upwards", of the type my Mom, mother-in-law and Cal all are, according to Chinese astrology, or--
An image of Ixtab, Mayan goddess of Death by Hanging, as per the icon above, perhaps plus--
This Sylvia Plath quote, which I have long wanted to stick on myself somewhere: The blood jet is poetry. There is no stopping it.
As to where--probably the mid-upper-arm, next to my inaccurate cartouche ("That's not even a name!", some old scholar at a party once complained to me, like I didn't already know); black-work for Ixtab, a few touches of color for the monkey. But I suppose we'll have to see...
"After November" really is becoming my battle cry, these days. Could be worse.;)
