Saturday, March 02, 2002
It's late and it's raining and I am miles and miles beyond tired. That tired that passes physical exhaustion and sleepiness and melts into a sort of soft background fuzziness, so that everything seems just the slightest bit unreal.
Since February 6th, I've been trying not to talk about the fact that I now have two agents at UTA in LA and today I was told, finally, that I can at least say that much. And that I'm working with them, developing film projects. I promise I will say more when I can, which will be soon. Things have been very peculiar around here the last few weeks.
The rain sounds nice.
I have nine days to get a short story written. Which means I have to start it tomorrow.
Oh, and Shelly Bond at Vertigo faxed me the first eleven pages of artwork for Bast: Eternity Game yesterday (Thursday). Overall, it's gorgeous stuff and I think I'm going to be pleased with how this mini-series turns out. The artist's take on Bast is a little more agressive and sensual than she was portrayed in The Sandman.
Thanks to everyone who's sending in e-mail. I'll get to some of your questions soon, I promise. For those who might have missed the address, its Desvernine@aol.com.
I should go to bed. At least go into the bedroom and lie in bed and stare at the ceiling and imagine what people who sleep might be dreaming about right now.
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