Friday, September 26, 2003
This morning I am not wearing a bra. Don't try this at home, kiddos. I'm a professional.
I have VNV Nation coming through the headphones ("Frika"), because I missed them DJing at The Chamber last night, because they were supposed to appear tonight, but the date changed and The Chamber didn't see fit to tell anyone until almost the last minute. Grumble, grumble, grumble. Actually, I don't know when The Chamber advertised the date change, but I'm a goof and didn't find out until yestereday afternoon about 5:30 after writing all frelling day and there was no way I could have pulled myself together and gone out.
Why, yes. I did write yesterday. I wrote a scene, and then I rewrote it, and then I let Spooky read it, and although she liked it, I rewrote it again. 1,175 words on Chapter Ten. A moment of terrible climax. A scene I have to finish today. None of you will ever know how badly I want this book to be loved, and how much I fear for its future.
Late last night, I sat down with Low Red Moon and looked at it more closely. The copyeditor and production manager seem to have fixed almost everything they broke. Mostly, setting aside a few minor caveats that don't bear mentioning, I know that Low Red Moon is, hands down, the best novel I have written. I can only hope it does at least as well as Threshold, and, with luck, better. It is my most deserving child to date. It is a book that I can read and honestly know that I have done a good thing, the right thing. You have to understand. That's never really happened before with me and a novel.
And I read "Dinosaurs from the Early Cretaceous Murtoi Formation in Buryatia, eastern Russia," by Alexander Averianov, Alexei Starkov, and Pavel Skutschas, in the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology. But I suppose that's neither here nor there.
Don't forget. The Low Red Moon ARC now being auctioned on eBay is the last that I will make available. And there's lots of stuff up besides the ARC. You should bid now. The economy's not that bad.
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