Thursday, May 15, 2003
I was, of course, entirely correct in my estimation of what was lying in wait for me yesterday, and in my lament that I should have stayed in bed. It was a broken-glass-in-the-colon sort of a day. I wrote until sometime after 6 p.m., and only just barely managed to reach the required 1,000-word mark. Not because the words would not behave, as is often the case, those unruly days when the language simply deserts me, but because I simply had no idea What Happened Next. Sometimes it's like trying to see the future. No, it's always exactly like trying to see the future. That's what writing is. Prognostication. Worse, it's the creation of the present, laying time like stones in a road, one after the next. Yes, that's it. Only there are days, like yesterday, when I reach for the next stone and it isn't there. There's only the wilderness in front of me. And my metaphors and similes have run somewhat amuck here, haven't they? That's oddly appropriate, I think.
I ended the day with two shots of tequila, which didn't help as much as you might think.
Today I need to write "flap" copy for the Subterranean Press edition of Low Red Moon and get my thousand words out. Tonight, I go to see The Matrix Reloaded.
We did finally get the new chapbooks up in the Cat Crutches Auction last night. Sorry that took so long. There are only a few copies of the Embrace the Mutation chapbook and when they're gone, I won't be able to get any more.
Last night I suffered through two back-to-back episodes of Enterprise. I can tell that this series is having serious trouble, because I haven't yet received a single piece of hate mail from a rabid Enterprise fan taking me to task for my comments on its astounding dullness or my alternate plotline. I was particularly annoyed, last night, that UPN's commercials for "Bounty" focused on T'Pol's premature bout of Pon Farr (the Vulcan mating frenzy - frell or die), which turned out to be a lazy, comic-relief subplot to Archer's kidnapping. Yes, sex sells, but if it's what you're offering you really ought to deliver. The bait and switch thing will only work a time or two. I watched the episode anyway, and imagined all the ways that Farscape would have solved its problems. Spooky and Jennifer are entirely annoyed with the underserved attention I'm giving Enterprise. I think it amazes me. I keep thinking, This has to get better. And it keeps not getting better. It keeps getting worse.
Go write, you damn geek.
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