Sunday, December 16, 2001
This is going to be short, because it's late and I'm bleary, and bleary and journals don't mix well. Sort of like tequila and root beer. Just a bad idea all round.
Tonight I stopped by a local Barnes & Noble on my way to see Vanilla Sky and, as I always do when I go in any bookstore, checked to see if copies of my books were on the shelves. Anyway, one of the clerks noticed and asked if I was looking for my books, that if I was, Threshold was up towards the front. Now, to begin with, I'm unaccustomed to being recognized by strangers in bookstores. Yes, it is very cool, but it's also somewhat unnerving and, in this case I felt as though I'd been caught doing something that was somehow . . . unsavory. Slightly embarrassed (at least I hope I didn't blush), I grinned sheepishly, admitted I'd been caught, and ducked around to the next aisle where I pretended to read a Ray Bradbury book. I bought a birthday present for a friend, a copy of Storm Constantine's Wraethu trilogy, and snuck out before anyone else spotted me ego-surfing. Anyway, it was just weird and seemed like something I should note.
Five more pages on Bast: Eternity Game today, and I'll finish Part Two tomorrow. Which means that I can begin Low Red Moon on Monday, as planned. I know now that this novel, like Silk and Threshold before it, will be set primarily in Birmingham (with a bit of Atlanta thrown in), but I believe the prologue will be set in Rhode Island. It's going to be very difficult to keep an online journal during the writing of a novel, without giving away more than I should about the novel.
CRK
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