Thursday, April 18, 2002
I returned to work on Low Red Moon today. Another 700 words on Chapter Four. At this point, I'm hoping to have the book completed by the end of August.
After Silk won two awards for "best first novel," I found myself suffering from an odd sort of performance anxiety. I've written about this problem at length in Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold, so I'm not going to get very deeply into it here. Suffice it to say that this fear of being unable to live up to the high expectations set by my first novel was directly responsible for the writing of my second (Threshold) taking so many more years than it should have. Now I'm having to be extremely careful this doesn't happen again.
While at WHC, Laura Ann Gilman, my editor, informed me that Threshold is about to go into its third printing. That's three since the November '01 release.
And speaking of WHC, I haven't finished my report, have I? I still haven't told the Tale of Thwarted Sushi. Neil called last night because he noticed my website was down and was afraid that he'd crashed my server by linking to it from his journal. Apparently it's happened before. Anyway, no, we were just down for maintainance at Gothic.net, which hosts my site.
How about I finish it all up sometime late tomorrow? No, really, just as soon as I've done with Low Red Moon for the day, I'll get to Sunday and Spooky Kitten Girl and the trip home. I promise.
I'm entirely too exhausted tonight to be accurate or entertaining, and while the first is not particularly important, the second counts for everything.
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