Oh, and thank you to everybody who bought books! Mollie doesn’t have all the totals in, but she went ahead and gave $1000 to the ACLU and $1000 to Planned Parenthood, and PP’s contribution was tripled because of some matching donor thing, so you all did a very good thing. Thank you so much!
Okay, skipping over why anybody did a search for women sitting next to Christmas trees in the fifties and sixties, there’s something about vintage pictures of women that always makes me wonder what the story is; in this case, where they were coming from when they stopped by the tree, where they have to go next, what they think of the photographer, of the person standing next to them in the frame or just out of it, why they thought that outfit was a good idea, and if Christmas made them want to take an ax to the entire family (that may be me projecting from the Christmases in my youth). I get that with all vintage photos, but especially the ones with women because women were so often silenced back then, and what they were thinking was so much truer than what they were saying, and what they were thinking is right there on their faces. Like this one: Continue reading →
I saw Hillary’s name on the touchscreen and I cried a little. Then I voted and got in the car and cried a lot. I never thought I’d see this day. And now, fingers crossed, my granddaughters will grow up thinking, “Of COURSE a woman can be President.” I wept both times Obama was elected, really proud of my country. I hope like hell I’m still proud tomorrow morning. Because otherwise we have this:
So I’m behind. The plan is to get the critique response up on Sunday. There were a lot of comments–you guys do good work–and I’m still sifting through everything.
In the meantime, I’ve been working on a lot of different aspects of the book because as one thing shifts, it shifts the thing next to it, and it becomes like a giant box of gears, turning in all directions. And one of the directions it went in was toward the collages. In the beginning, still under the influence of Lucifer, I used Tom Ellis, the star of that show, as my placeholder for Nick. That wasn’t right–no shade to Mr. Ellis who is very good on the show–because that wasn’t my story and it definitely wasn’t my kind of hero. That collage looked like this: Continue reading →
As some of you may remember, there’s a bar in the book called Hell Bar. Because I am not creative. No, because the guy who owns the bar is not creative. He lives on Demon Island, Demon Island gets a lot of tourists, he designed a t-shirt thirty years ago and made sure the only place you could buy them was his bar. They were pretty awful, plus his bar is in the bad part of the bad part of town, so he doesn’t get many tourists. All of which means that anybody who has a Hell Bar t-shirt has been to Hell Bar. A CLUE. Especially because it keeps turning up on bodies, demons, etc.