Wednesday, July 17, 2002
Despite a headachy day, Chapter Eleven of Low Red Moon, and hence Part Two, is begun. I did a solid 1,063 wds. today. I was afraid starting the book's conclusion would be difficult, but it's going very smoothly. I hope that bodes well. If I'm right, the book will be finished just before I have to leave Birmingham for Dragon*Con in Atlanta at the end of August. If I work extra hard, I might get a week's breathing room in between, which would be very nice.
But I'm also racing to finish "The Drowned Geologist" (the Lovecraftian Holmes story) in time to meet my extended and re-extended and re-re-extended deadline, so breathing room does not seem likely.
Anyway, back to LRM, I sent the first chunk off to my agent yesterday (Monday) morning, and she'll be passing it along to my editor. That feels like a small milestone. If only there were time to celebrate.
After writing this afternoon, I lay down on the chaise to rest a few minutes and try to fight off the headache, watching the high, rainless cumulus clouds, and dozed off listening to Górecki's Symphony No. 3. I awoke half an hour or so later, the headache worse than ever, and drank a glass of limeade that Jennifer had made. I wrote my sick Atlanta friend a letter about Jung and made a long post to my discussion board in answer to a question about the terminal Pleistocene megafauna of southeastern North America (let it never be said I'm not a Renaissance woman). But I didn't get back to work until about 9 p.m., when my headache abated just a smidgen. Unfortunately, it regrouped and I can only hope it gets slept away tonight.
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