Sunday, March 03, 2002
It being Saturday, I pretended I was not a writer and just a real person, instead. The plan behind such delusional shenanigans was to actually sleep late. I think I slept until about 10 a.m., which wasn't exactly what I had in mind, but was later than usual. I might have slept an hour longer, but my cat was singing Klingon opera at the top of her garulous little lungs. Then, to add injury to insult, while having my usual morning blueberry bagel with strawberry cream cheese and reading National Georgraphic, I bit my tongue. Not a little bite. No, the kind of bite that makes it hard to talk or eat for at least the next couple days. You know, when you actually hear your tongue crunch.
All mornings suck, but some mornings suck more than others.
Today I wrote the first five hundred words on a new short story for the March issue of The Spook e-zine. I only have eight days left to finish it. I have a title, but I won't divulge it just yet, because I'm not sure it will be the final title. Anyway, it's the third (and I think final) Dancy Flammarion prequel to Threshold, the first two being In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers and "The Well of Stars and Shadow." You can still read the latter online, at Gothic.net, if you'd like. Both Garden and the new story elaborate on events mentioned briefly on p. 134 of Threshold. It's that thing I do, getting stuck on a character and not wanting to let them go.
When this story's done I may write Chapter 4, or I may go on and write the Holmes/Lovecraft story. This is an inevitable part of novelizing for me. The interruptions. On the one hand, they're frustrating because the book would get written so much faster without them. On the other hand, they're indespensible, no doubt sparing my fragile sanity and giving me time to work out sticky problems that arise in the novels. There are always sticky problems.
I spent most of the evening playing Silent Hill, about three full hours I think. And I'm impressed that a video game actually managed to give me a full-tilt case of the willies.
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