Friday, March 22, 2002
I think I slept four hours last night.
I was awakened at 8 a.m. this morning by a UPS delivery. The signature sheets for In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers, which I had to sign today so that Jennifer could get them right back to UPS and off to Dame Darcy in LA. Subterranean Press hopes to have this book out in time for World Horror, so things are getting a little hectic.
Anyway, after signing my name a bezillion or so times (and attending to several hundred other distractions of varying degree s of urgency), I finally got back to work on the Dancy story and by 5 p.m. had written about 800 words. It was one of those exasperating slow days, when I have to fight for every noun, verb, and adjective. Nothing comes easy on days like this. And then, I wound up having to stop right smack in the middle of a pivotal confrontation, something I hate doing, to rush off to a local university library to get some paleo' research done. I planned to get back to work on the story this evening, but the library to ok considerably longer than expected and by the time I returned home I was too tired to be bothered.
I could be in Ft. Lauderdale right now. The evidence for my complete insanity mounts.
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