Monday, January 14, 2002
Oh god what am I going to say tonight!?
(insert hopelessly befuddled thought-sound thingys here)
Having finished Chapter One of Low Red Moon, and unable to get it to my agent until tomorrow, I haven't written anything new on the novel this weekend. Vaguely legitimate excuses are marvelous things. Instead, I did two interviews (one for the web-zine Artist Interviews and the other for a Scottish fanzine), worked on various paleontology projects, and did the cover for the Subterranean Press chapbook, "On the Road to Jefferson" (being a bizarre story from my inebriated days in Death's Little Sister). The chapbook will only be available with the lettered state of In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers. Which is kind of depressing when you think about, so I shan't. Oh, and Dame Darcy has agreed to do the art and cover for In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers, which is very cool. If you haven't heard of Dame Darcy, well, shame on you, you illiterate phillistine! She has a fine website, but I can't recall the damned URL. There's a link from the links page on my site, though. Go now and learn.
Otherwise, I'd have to resort to describing in detail the magnets and postcards on my filing cabinet, and discussing their psychological significance, and I'm saving that for tomorrow night.
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