I’ve been able to keep from cursing the winter so far only because I’ve been too busy to chit chat. Last night we had a hard freeze, and my kitchen is stuffed with citrus. Grapefruit are rolling around on every surface. I’m disgusted at how contra-festive it was to have to remove all of the pretty orange and yellow balls from the trees right at the holidays. Also, it’s a hell of a lot of fruit to cut all at once. Winter can kiss my ass.
Praise the Lord, tomorrow is the Winter Solstice, a day that makes me weep with joy, the turning point. On Saturday I begin getting my light back. The summer solstice fills me with sorrow, the winter with get-this-shit-over-with joy. This is my last winter, and I say that not because I am plotting to leave Earth but because I am just not playing any more. I’ll be spending next winter at a monastery in someplace warm. Enough is fucking enough. Next year a snowbird can enjoy my space for three months, and exult that they escaped Minnesota for Tucson. And good for them. My heart sings for them!
Paris is cold, too. I wonder how Pedrolino is coping?
We now have all of the information from the press and the bindery about our print and bind schedule; the plates will be cut January 2 (those pesky holidays are in our way, you know, press people have Christmas too) and we should have the books from the bindery in the last week of January. I’ll begin shipping the day they arrive in Tucson! This is going to be an extraordinary book, beautiful, fat, and stuffed with new work. I feel fantastic. And now I have a full ten days to tinker with the cover, which I have kept secret, and make sure the Basics pages are like a Paris sweet shop (it was those pages that got me thinking about Paris, not really Pedrolino, who looks eerily like the Dread Pirate Jasper).
I’ve have Liam to work with on the book pages, which will be fun. His portrait of himself as a lumberjack is finished and I have a photo of it, I’ll put it up later. Hilarious.
I wish I knew how Bria was doing in Navy Boot Camp. I hate it that she is out of contact but I grasp the concept. I think of her every day, with love. We should hear from her once, somewhere around Christmas Day.