Tuesday, April 09, 2002
My admirable goal for tonight is to sleep.
Despite spending most of the day in that brittle, constantly-shifting fog that seems to follow insomnia, I did manage to write 595 wds. on Chapter Four of Low Red Moon. And I expect that will be it until I return from Chicago and the World Horror Convention on April 16th.
Most of tomorrow will be spent packing, deciding what to use for my reading on Saturday, making notes for panels, seeing that the car's up for the drive to Chicago and so on. We'll leave sometime on Wednesday. The convention will take up most of Thursady, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, though I do intend to steal away for visits to the Shedd Aquarium and the Field Museum of Natural History. I'm hoping this will be a good convention. The last WHC I attended was in Atlanta in March 1999. It's a chance to catch up with a lot of people I haven't seen for a year or so (and it beats sitting in my office all day).
Also, I have an appointment on Monday to examine mosasaur material in the collections of the Field Museum. So, this is a combined writing/paleo' trip.
And because my judgement is presently somewhat impaired due to the excessive lack of sleep, and because my ego is always in need of stroking (writers develop very smooth egos over time, from all that stroking), I'll close with the following e-mail, which I received this afternoon:
Caitlin,
I finished THRESHOLD this afternoon, reading the last hundred pages in one big gulp, and I enjoyed it tremendously. While I liked SILK and your short stories, it seems like you've passed onto a new level with your writing. These were characters I could really empathize with, and I really cared what happened to them; the last scene where Dancy is back in the mental institution (well, she never really left, I guess, since Chance rewrote history) just broke my heart. This was an extremely well-written novel, and I appreciate all the pain and frustration and sophomore jitters you went through to produce it. I'm planning on being at World Fantasy this year, and I'm hoping you'll have time to sign it for me.
Thanks.
Jason Erik Lundberg
Thank you, Jason. Now I will wipe the drool off my keyboard and go lie on my face.
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