Sunday, April 27, 2003
Back from Birmingham. That's two appearances in two weeks and, fortunately, I have no more until Dragon*Con at the end of August.
The Alabama Bound bookfair was well-attended and I got to read after all. A very short reading, but a reading all the same. Threshold, pages 25-27. Dancy on the bus to Birmingham. I've been doing readings since 1995 and I never get nervous anymore, but I did yesterday. I think it was speaking in one of the libraries of my childhood. One of those places that used to stand for everything I needed to accomplish in life. And there I was, having accomplished far more than I ever truly expected. And it was strange, reading in the very room where Dancy Flammarion sits reading old National Geographics at the beginning of Threshold (p. 23). Barnes and Noble supplied books for the event and very quickly sold out of all the copies of Threshold that they'd brought. The only disappointment was that Robert McCammon, whom I never met and who was also supposed to attend, got sick and had to bow out. But I know how that goes.
I also visited my mother, who I'd not seen in over a year. It was Spooky's first time to meet her. We sat up until after midnight on Friday looking at old photographs. My grandparents. My great grandparents. Cats from my past (an upcoming "Photo of the Week" page). Me in 1969. Me in 1974. Me in 1980. And so forth. A very surreal evening. I got back to Atlanta about eight last night. We were hardly gone 24 hours. Short trips disorient me.
And today it's back to the short story. I did work on it on Friday morning and early afternoon, despite having to get ready to leave. I wrote 870 wds., which I think has brought me to what must be the mid-point on the piece. It still has no title.
And I would be remiss in my obligations to Sophie if I didn't now direct you towards the Cat Crutches Auction. I only have a couple more copies of the ARC for The Five of Cups, so take note.
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