Friday, February 22, 2002
I finished Chapter 3 just a little before noon today (Thursday) and now have a ms. that's about 25,900 words in length, or probably about one-fifth of what I expect the length of the finished manuscript to be. That is, if Low Red Moon comes out about the same length as Silk and Threshold. It might be longer. It won't be shorter. Jennifer and I spent the evening proofreading and polishing, which can be extremely frustrating when you find a couple of fairly big, dumb mistakes clogging things up, as I did tonight. I want a continuity monitor in my wp software. Anyway, tomorrow I write the synopsis letter and it goes in the mail (again). Tonight I'm allowing myself to enjoy a limited sense of accomplishment. Whee.
I want so badly to write about what the book is about, not just these notes on the daily slog from page to page. Soon. Well, at least a little. The danger, of course, is in giving so much away during the writing that there's not much point in buying the book once it's published. "Nah, I don't have to buy Low Red Moon, because I already read the blog." (Isn't it strange, new nouns? It's a verb, too — blog, blogging, blogged. I wonder if the vigilant Steph is as disturbed by the instantaneous creation of new nouns and verbs as she is by impromptu compounderations?)
Some news. The novella that Poppy and I wrote for Wrong Things, "The Rest of the Wrong Thing," has made the preliminary ballot for the Bram Stoker Award. What? You still haven't bought a copy of Wrong Things? These things won't last forever, you know.
Okay. Time to go start preparing to think about contemplating readying myself to try to sleep . . .
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