Sunday, July 21, 2002
Any moment now, Birmingham may burst into a bright white ball of fire. Which wouldn't be such a great loss, but I'm sure I would find the experience briefly unpleasant. That is to say, it's a little hot down here. But there are clouds, so we may get cooling storms towards afternoon or evening. I hope.
I did 1,143 wds. yesterday on Chapter Eleven, and nothing on "The Drowned Geologist," which is rather unfortunate, as my deadline is only seven days away (counting today, and I am). And since I'll be in Atlanta tomorrow, that means I've only six days to complete the piece. But I'm sure I'll get it done (she said, pretending she's not thinking just the opposite). Meanwhile, Low Red Moon is gathering enormous momentum as it moves towards the ending. Momentum is nice, and would be ever so much nicer if it would come at the beginning and middle, as well as the end. Anyway, having been very bad and not written anything on "The Drowned Geologist" either Friday or yesterday, today I must get my LRM work done and do double-time on "The Drowned Geologist," to try to make up for lost time. I have absolutely no idea what a "weekend" could be.
I got some very cool studies of Dancy Flammarion from Ted Naifeh this morning. A nice thing to find first thing in the morning in your e-mail. He's doing a few illustrations for the "Waycross" chapbook that Subterranean Press will be releasing.
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