I have been locked away in my writing cave and declining event invitations but I said yes to this one because Margaret Atwood. I am delighted to be a part of it. And also my friends Lev Grossman & Chuck Wendig will be there, so it is bound to be a fantastic evening.
Happy Hallowe’en, Blessed Samhain & a Merry NaNoWriMo Eve!
I am taking a somewhat Twitter-specific internet hiatus for the rest of the year, though I won’t be around much elsewhere, either. I will blog if there are blog-worthy things and I will do an end of the year post in December.
I am sort of doing NaNoWriMo myself. I’m going to attempt to add 50k to the draft I have. It’s probably going to involve word count math to get my progress bar to work properly. There are links to NaNo-related things in my post from last year. To those about to NaNo, I salute you.
I cut off most of my hair yesterday, shorter than it’s been in awhile. My head feels lighter. Maybe it will make it easier to fit more ideas in there.
I realize that this is likely not that dramatic because most of the pictures of me on the internet involve equally short hair but it really is much shorter than it was yesterday. (Owl talon moon by bloodmilk, of course.)
So tonight I am going to have bourbon and mini Butterfingers and watch Hitchcock films and tomorrow I am going to retreat into my lighter-feeling head for a good long while so I can sort out what’s in there and figure out how to translate it into words.
The end of September went by very quickly because my new niece decided she wanted to be a September baby and not an October baby as scheduled so she was early, but she is also adorable. I have already started buying her all sorts of books.
One of my very favorite authors from when I was young passed away yesterday, Zilpha Keatley Snyder wrote a great many books but my favorites were The Headless Cupid and The Egypt Game. I loved The Egypt Game so much I used to build temples in my backyard. I should do that again if I ever have a backyard.
I will be at New York Comic Con this weekend but I am not doing anything official. I will be flouncing around in a corset and wandering aimlessly and looking for the Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab booth and possibly buying comics. If you see me, feel free to say hello.
This upcoming Monday is October 13th, which is of course the anniversary of opening day of the circus. To celebrate I thought I might do something I rarely do over on Tumblr & retumble some of the gorgeous circus-inspired stuff that’s floating around over there. (True confession: I never look up circus things because it makes me weirdly shy and also just looking turns up good things and bad things and for every thing I’m glad to see there’s usually something that makes me sad so I just don’t do it. But I peeked the other day and there’s really too much gorgeous not to share.) So all day on Monday I will be retumbling circusy things on my tumblr page. I’ll try to remember to tag things, I’m bad at tagging.
I haven’t been apple picking yet this year. I shall have to rectify that soon. Mostly I am writing a lot and wondering why this year insists on going by so quickly.
I loved this book.
I have post-apocalypse fatigue and I still loved this book, because it’s so much more than that. I don’t want to tell you too much about it, because simply describing it would never do it justice.
This is going to be one of the stories I carry in my imagination for the rest of my life. It will come to mind again and again and again in theatres, in airports, in Toronto in the snow.
Please read it.
Once in a very long while a book becomes a brand new old friend, a story you never knew you always wanted. STATION ELEVEN is that rare find that feels familiar and extraordinary at the same time, expertly weaving together future and present and past, death and life and Shakespeare. This is truly something special.
- Erin Morgenstern
Welcome to the new and improved erinmorgenstern.com. It is still under a little bit of construction and I’ll be tweaking things for awhile but the major changes are done.
The FAQ has been updated, there is now a bonus page of book recommendations, as well as a contact form. Adam took most of the header photos. I’m really pleased with how it turned out, and how much I learned while working on it.
Also, Things I Did in August While I Was Not on the Internet, an incomplete list.
- I got to play Quentin Coldwater in a dramatic presentation of a bit of Lev Grossman‘s The Magicians during the aforementioned Magician’s Land extravaganza. I was whiny. It was awesome.
- At that Levapalooza event I also met Margaret Stohl, Michelle Hodkin, Lauren Oliver, and Austin Grossman who are all marvelous. I believe Greenlight Bookstore has some of the shenanigans available to listen to over here. Afterward I chatted with several lovely rêveurs which was great fun.
- Speaking of things circus, I also received this gorgeous red scarf from Sarah The Sexy Knitter and it’s even more beautiful in person. I can’t wait for it to be cold enough to wear it.
- I saw the Shakespeare in the Park production of King Lear, which was wonderful. We had tried to go in July but we got terribly rained on, so I’m glad we got a chance to go again.
- I met Tori Amos, which I still can’t really believe actually happened. I fangirled. I did. (It was also probably the best Tori concert I’ve seen.)
- And I worked a lot. And got a lot done though the month flew by. September will still end up being busy, but I’ll be checking in on the internet more often.
Looking forward to fall, with pumpkin-flavored things and sweaters.
I am taking the entire month of August off from the internet.
What this means: no blog posts, no twitter unless important information sharing, no tumblr. I am shutting off the wifi connection on my laptop from tomorrow until Sept 1st. (I spend 90% of my computer time on the laptop.)
I will be checking my personal email periodically.
I will still be Instagramming because Instagram lives in my phone.
I hope you all have a lovely month.
On Tuesday August 5th two very cool things happen:
1. The Magician’s Land is finally released, hurrah!
2. There will be this magical event in Brooklyn. I will be there. I don’t know what I’ll be doing, that’s pretty much up to Lev. It will probably involve talking of some sort. I don’t know if there’s an official non-Lev signing for anyone but I will bring a pen and I will happily sign things if asked.
At the moment it is my only scheduled appearance this year which I am doing because Lev asked me to and because I really loved this book.
Here’s the official Morgensternian blurb:
Lev Grossman has conjured a rare creature: a trilogy that simply gets better and better as it goes along. The Magician’s Land is sumptuous and surprising yet deliciously familiar, a glass of rich red wine left out for a hungry ghost. Literary perfection for those of us who grew up testing the structural integrity of the backs of wardrobes.
Here is the author-studded crowd-sourced book trailer:
And here is an extra bonus outtake from when I recorded my section back in April. Filmed in Toronto. There are puppies. Also this is when I realized I needed to cut my hair. I miss my jacket, it’s too hot now.
a not-quite-midnight picnic
We decide to have a midnight picnic with the moon but we leave early just after the sun goes to sleep so there will be enough light to see by to get there.
We bring strawberries and honey and blue cheese and a bottle of red wine but we pack teacups instead of wine glasses because they are easier to carry and slightly more difficult to break.
We tiptoe under the deep pink sky as not to wake the sun.
We find a good spot to place our blanket and we put stones on the corners to keep the wind from stealing it away and we can only find three good stones but a passing rabbit says he will sit on the fourth corner to keep it in place for us for the duration of our nighttime picnic if he may have a strawberry and a sip of wine. We declare this a splendid exchange and the rabbit snuggles into the stoneless blanket corner.
The sky turns indigo and mauve and grey and the clouds dance and the moon peeks out at us and we raise our wine-filled teacups to it in greeting.
We have forgotten to pack napkins so our fingers get honey-sticky but we do not mind.
The rabbit tells us stories about the bees who live on the North Star and make honey that is snow-white and sparkling, and we all agree that one can never have enough honey or too many bees.
After we eat the last berries and nibble the last morsels of cheese and lick the last of the honey from our fingers and paws we make wishes on the half-moon that they might come half-true.
Then we fold up our blanket and pack our wine-stained teacups away and bid our new rabbit friend sweet dreams and say goodnight to the world.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.
Today is my birthday. I suppose I am allowed to be thirty-six and still feel like I am just getting started, just beginning to figure things out, just happy and just married.
Thank you again for all the wedding well-wishes on Twitter & Instagram, I wish I could respond to everyone personally but I can’t keep up. I had a lot of comments about my bouquet (featured in another photo below taken on the High Line), it’s from AliciasOddities on Etsy, made from a combination of vintage brooches & handmade enamel flowers.
As mentioned previously, the last of the flax-golden tales will be posted this Friday. After that I’ll be taking a bit of an internet hiatus, if there’s news that’s worth blogging I shall blog it but otherwise it should be quiet around here for the rest of the summer, and hopefully at the end of the summer or early fall I’ll be doing a long-needed website overhaul.
But for now I am going to do birthday things and try not to melt in the heat and then get back to writing.
an entreaty before departure
It is almost time to go.
Someday is, in fact, today.
Time for departures and changes and brave new worlds.
New sights and new sounds, new dreams and new shoes.
Write yourself a note, to remember who you are.
(It’s an easier thing to forget than you’d imagine.)
Put your tray table in whatever position suits your fancy.
Make sure you know where your towel is.
Hold your breath, make a wish, and off you go.
In search of elusive delights.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.