Tuesday, February 17, 2004
Not awake, not awake, not awake...
Yesterday I had that burst of frenetic energy I often get after bad headaches, or after the cessation of any undesired pain (no, that is not an oxymoron). Spooky and I made it through Chapter Four before lunch. I exchanged several e-mails with Ellen Datlow, who's visiting London. I e-mailed Neil about contacting Brian Eno (Murder of Angels business). I e-mailed by editor at Penguin and asked for more time with the MoA CEM. In fact, I attended to a veritable ton (okay, well maybe only a few veritable pounds) of e-mail that I'd let back up the last couple of weeks. I updated Nebari.Net. I read for awhile and then I cooked a huge pot of beef stew with Guinness and portabella mushrooms for dinner. After dinner, I watched the Nerd Nation piece on Tomb Raider and then we read through Chapter Five, finishing with it somewhere around a quarter to midnight. Then we watched the first episode of Witch Hunter Robin before embarking on an hour and a half of Ratchet and Clank. I made myself go to bed at two.
Today, we have to do chapters Six and Seven. At this rate, I should be done with the ms. late on Thursday.
I realized last night how much travel I have coming up, and how many short stories I have to get written before said travel begins. There's the International Conference on the Fantastic in the Arts (ICFA) in Ft. Lauderdale, FL in late March, and then the Alabama Bound bookfair (Birmingham) in late April. At the end of May, or the beginning of June, Spooky and I will be leaving for an "extended tour" to include Manhattan, Providence, and various parts of Massachusetts. For someone who often goes days without leaving her apartment, it's a dizzying prospect. I used to travel like this all the time, before I became such a homebody. Anyway, first I have to finish with MoA and all these short stories. I'd also like to get through the first draft of the screenplay that I'm doing instead of the Threshold screenplay and get that to my agent in LA before the big trip at the end of May.
This is a pep talk to myself.
Sales at the Species of One shop are starting to pick up. I hope to get a few Silk- and Threshold-related items up in the next couple of days.
Oh, and a thank you to Bill Baker for his concern that my headaches might be the result of carbon monoxide poisoning. I promise, Bill, they aren't. Too many girlie hormones, that's all. Also thanks to Rick Keeney, for his cogent thoughts on diversity and freedom. It's always nice to be reminded that I'm not puzzling alone.
Lastly, Subterranean Press is now taking preorders for The Dry Salvages. The early bird and all that, you know.