Thursday, April 24, 2003
I did 1,151 words on the new (and still untitled) short story today, despite this frelling bug that has my nose stuffy and me imagining I have fevers when I don't. But the writing, the act of writing, felt flat, unlike the last three days. I know it's just the cold, but it's still frustrating. I listened to Metallica while I wrote today, which was a first.
Writing these entries at the end of the day, rather than at the beginning, I'm not nearly as talkative, so I think I'll switch back tomorrow morning.
The CEM (copy-edited manuscript) of Low Red Moon arrived yesterday, but I didn't open it until this afternoon. A few hundred comments from the copyeditor, most of which I'll mark "stet," after bitching at length about each and every one. You'll hear lots more about this when I begin the next read-through, no doubt. Also, you can now pre-order Low Red Moon from Amazon.com.
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