Tuesday, April 22, 2003
I've written well for two days in a row now. 1,249 words yesterday and another 1,179 today. About two o'clock this afternoon I discovered I had a low fever, but I kept writing. It's science-fiction, a story for a magazine that's asked me for something. Two solid days and I'll take that as evidence that I'm past whatever had me locked-up for so long. Enough said.
The first rule of Writer's Block is we don't talk about Writer's Block. The second rule of Writer's Block . . .
I hope everyone hasn't given up on this journal. I do apologize for the silence. There are only so many times you can say, "Today I didn't write."
Is there any news? Fantasm went well, despite my waking up with a sore throat Saturday morning. Something I caught from Thryn. It's nice having someone to trade diseases with. I did two panels and an interview on Friday, and a reading Saturday night. The con was held at the Sheraton Colony Square and I only realized after we checked in that it was the same hotel where World Horror '95 was held. I had my very first reading at WHC '95. It was the first time me and Poppy and Christa got together, the con where I met Neil and Harlan and a bunch of other people who would go on to become friends and cohorts and suchlike. I read "Bela's Plot" to a crowded room. Anyway, all my programming for Fantasm was in the same room, Brookwood, as my WHC '95 reading, and it was a little weird. A vaguely nice sort of weird, but weird all the same. The eight years between now and then kept collapsing around me, everything that's happened since, etc., etc.
On Saturday, I did the Nebari costume again. Thryn got some good photos and I'll post them on the website later. The tiresome hipster in me knows I should be ashamed of such geeky undertakings, but I think I've ceased to give a shit.
The copy-edited manuscript of Low Red Moon is on its way back to me from New York, and we'll be proofing it and the Subterranean Press galleys at the same time. All my proofreading notes and corrections on The Five of Cups are typed up, ready to go back to Bill Schafer. I signed the contracts on the Subterranean Press edition of Low Red Moon yesterday and put them back in the mail. We're finishing up formatting a preview chapter of LRM, which should go up on the website tonight or tomorrow. This is the sort of work that's kept me moving the last couple of weeks.
Anyway, I'm back. Ta-dah. Celebrate by visiting the Cat Crutches Auction and buying something with words on it. You'll thank me.
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