I like gargoyles. From the gargoyles of Mons in Belgium, where my family lived in '81, to the corner-jutting gargoyles of the academic buildings of West Point, where we lived for a number of years, I've always been a fan. I incinerated them with fireballs in the old Macintosh game Dark Castle, I wrote about them in my earliest stories, and I included one in my first published novel. I also submitted one for the upcoming Halloween countdown of monsters over at Flames Rising, a website for Horror and Dark Fantasy.
I'm just sayin', I like 'em. And I will always find a way to incorporate them into things I do.
Speaking of my book and gargoyles, I just came across a book review of The Darkwood Mask on a German website. How awesome is that? Anyone out there who can read German and tell me what it says? I filtered it through Babel Fish but the translation leaves a lot to be desired. It seems to be a positive review, with a few criticisms. Perfect.
You knew I was going to say something in this post, right? Dude, it was 52 degrees this morning. Fifty-two! In September. That's just grand! Some of these New Yorkers strolling across the pavement far below my perch are complaining about this. "It's freezing!" they shriek. I actually heard one woman remark, "Well, it's the beginning of the end," in regards to the weather. Because summer is ending. What a depressing thing to say.
Yes, we gargoyles are not a big fan of the summer. See, our stony skin can weather the dry cold of January, the rime of snow, and even the ice-locked embrace of midwinter. And both fall and spring are pretty fun times; there's a lot to look at, that's for sure. I'll grant you, winter is a pretty bleak-looking colorless time, especially for us. Perched on buildings, they all start to look the same under a leaden sky, with no splash of leafy colors to draw the eye. But it feels good. I can't emphasize that enough. Although I look forward to the winter, I'm equally as excited about autumn.
So while you all squabble about politics and economies, I'll just be enjoying the view. None of those jerks running for President have been appealing to the gargoyle demographic. Yeah, we're a minority among minorities, I know. But I bet you didn't realize that we're allowed to vote. We are. I may have come from overseas, but most of your ancestors did, too. I'm a citizen, damn it.
Until there's a spokesgargoyle somewhere on one of those campaign trails, I'll remain a bit aloof from the political climate. Oh, and speaking of climate: hurricanes. They're no joke. I take those seriously. And I hope everyone who's reading this is okay. I'm thinking about you. You people in Indiana and Texas and even Arizona. Wherever you are...take care, eh?