Wednesday, May 01, 2002
I love storms. Few things can at once be so soothing and stimulating. Last night, a couple of hours after I'd gone to sleep, I was awakened by a tremendous thunderstorm. It hailed for at least twenty minutes straight. Terrific lightning and thunder. And then it stormed on and off all day today. Towards evening, the last line of storms passed over Birmingham and the day ended with blue sky that felt scrubbed clean by the rain. Unfortunately, the leak in my office, which we were told had been fixed, started leaking again this afternoon, so it was buckets and towels for an hour or so. But nothing was damaged and I suppose it's one of the small prices to be paid for living in a hundred-year old building.
It was another exceptional writing day today. 1,800 words in about five hours, bringing the ms. up to 156 pp. The novel left me utterly exhausted, but I had a 45-minute phone conference with my film agent at 6 p.m. to discuss scenarios for prospective screenplays, so I had to stay sharp. Now I'm completely fried. I'm going to crawl off to bed and try to finish proofing the galleys for Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold before I fall asleep. I think my insomnia is lying down on the job.