Thursday, February 12, 2004
I left the apartment for the first time in at least five or six days (and very probably longer; I'm having trouble remembering) yesterday. I stepped outside and realized that it had been days and days. Spooky and I went to Fernbank to see the Jane Goodall chimp exhibit, which was disappointingly targeted at a very young audience. It's good for the kids, of course, but I was hoping for a little serious primatological diversion.
Nothing was written yesterday. In fact, I have decided to shelve the new story, "Rappaccini's Dragon" (My thanks to Mellá, née Robin Hartlaw, for the title!) for a week or so. It needs to percolate and I need to get back to the Murder of Angels CEM. All the uncopyediting is done, and I came close to just sticking it back in the box and returning it to Penguin. But it's a difficult book, and I think I'd regret not going over it all one more time. There's every reason to believe that I'll spend the extra week on it and change virtually nothing, but I'll feel better knowing I gave it another read.
Remember the Species of One shop at CafePress? We've sort of let that fall by the wayside the last few months, but will be revamping it over the next couple of weeks. One of the new items will be coffee mugs and t-shirts feature one of the latest of the monster doodles, "The World's Ugliest Cat." There will also be a few new Silk, Threshold, and Low Red Moon items going up. If there's anything in particular you'd like to see added, e-mail Spooky at firstname.lastname@example.org and we'll consider it.
I want to go back to bed and read something I didn't write...