Tuesday, November 04, 2003
Today is The Day. Low Red Moon should be available in bookstores everywhere, and if you can't find it there, there's always Amazon.com and BarnesandNoble.com. Maybe later I'll head up to Borders and see what it looks like sitting there on the shelf with Threshold and Silk. I'm not sure if I feel what I ought to feel or not, this being The Day. I have been through this several times before. Repetition dulls everything. I think that should be graven on my tombstone.
Yesterday, I drew 35 little monsters (and yes, Cleve, that includes yours). See yesterday's entry for the blow-by-blow. Then there was the dinner guest and some good conversation. Then Spooky and I spent the evening working with MojoWorld. Her patience exceeds mine by light years. About 1 a.m., we'd had all of the tutorial we could handle for one night and watched an ep of Farscape ("Thanks for Sharing," 3:7). Then I dragged my sorry eema off to bed.
I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do today. The cover for "Mercury." Work on lowredmoon.com (though, since we missed launching it on the day the book was released, I'm not sure I see the point). I may chuck it all and write something. That's why I'm here, after all. Spooky's getting 35 eBay packages together. It takes more time and energy than you might think. Perhaps I'll begin the novella. Perhaps I'll write something else just for me. Of course, that way lies starvation and life in a cardboard box.
I am absolutely in awe of the vocal version of VNV Nation's "Forsaken." I think it may become the nucleus of a story, the way that Belly's "Low Red Moon" and Poe's "Haunted" and the Doors' "Riders on the Storm" became the nucleus for Low Red Moon. It may become the nucleus for the novella. The song is available for free mp3 download on the VNV Nation website. You'll find the download under "art+media," towards the bottom, under "other tracks."
Poppy has gone away to Grand Isle to search for 5,000 white pelicans.
Rogue called me last night from the basement of a club in Baltimore; the band was waiting to go on stage. We talked about the death of Edgar Allan Poe, and Low Red Moon, and his new CD, Ethernaut, and posthumously written poetry.
Today is The Day. I mentioned that, right? The reason this journal exists at all? Buy the book, buy the book, buy the book. Please. They do no one any good in warehouses.
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