Sunday, May 19, 2002
Chapter Seven moved forward in earnest today. I wrote 1,067 wds. and figured out how the chapter would end (I had no idea when I started it yesterday). I really wish I could begin to discuss the plot and the characters. I can say, however, that all of my first readers have declared Low Red Moon a much better novel than either Threshold or Silk, which has me a little amazed.
Today I read Blake's Europe: A Prophecy and quite a lot of The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens. I always find I read more poetry than usual while writing a novel. It seems to serve to clear my head and set me thinking in new and useful directions.
Yesterday's thunderstorms heralded a cold front, and summer has suddenly become unpleasantly wintery. The highs today were only in the low 60s and the lows tonight will be in the 40s. Very unseasonable. I even had to turn on the heat this evening.
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