Sunday, February 10, 2002
Brevity leads sometimes to silence.
To which I would add that noise is somewhat over-rated.
Anyway, polishing Chapter 2 took a little longer than I'd expected. But now it's done. Next week I'll be on the road a bit — Charleston and Athens — for research and friends and fresh air, but I'm going to try to make journal entries while I'm away from home. I desperately need some time on the road, something to look at besides these four walls. I'm finding that it's extremely frustrating not being able to discuss the matter of Low Red Moon in a journal about Low Red Moon. And that this paragraph is beginning to lose focus.
Today, sick to death of my office, I packed up the iBook and walked the five or six blocks north to the library, where I spent three hours puzzling over the osteology of the hindlimbs of Pteranodon. Pterosaur hindlimbs are a little like the hindlimbs of other archosaurs — theropod dinosaurs, crocodylomorphs, and birds — but not much at all like the hindlimbs of mosasaurs. But new animals, that is, animals that are new to me, animals I've not yet memorized in all their anatomical details, are always a delight. It's a shame the impact at the K/T boundary took out the pterosaurs. They'd have been marvelous things to see alive and breathing.
Next week I also have to proofread "On the Road to Jefferson," which is being released by Subterranean Press as a short chapbook, which will be given away free with the limited edition of In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers. It's an odd little non-fiction thing, relating a bizarre event which I experienced after one of the Death's Little Sister shows back in 1996.
There. That should atone for a portion of the silence.
|
|
