It smells like someone died

[stillsostrange]

Because it's nearly my birthday, Precious, and because I couldn't stand to wait till August, we're taking advantage of an otherwise annoying holiday and going to the beach. The full moon over the beach tonight was worth what will likely be a hell of holiday traffic tomorrow.

It's also been two years since we've been to Galveston, and I was unaware of the existence of the Pleasure Pier. We saw the ferris wheel lights as we drove down the seawall, and now I have "People Are Strange" stuck in my head, and the overwhelming urge to write a vampire story. Perhaps a Pinocchio vampire story. And somehow I've lived to be two days from hobbit adulthood and never before noticed that The Lost Boys is very much a Pinocchio story already.

Comments

[dichroic.livejournal.com]

If you haven't read Sean Stewart's Galveston I recommend it. (I lived in SE Houston for 7 years; for me, Stewart does a great job of capturing the (better parts of the) feel of the place, there and in Mockingbird.)