Saturday, July 27, 2002
I was good and, despite being sleepy all day, got all my work done yesterday. Chapter Eleven is proofed and I wrote another 514 words on "The Drowned Geologist." I have to finish that story today and immediately e-mail it to the editor (I'll start Chapter Twelve tomorrow). This whole e-mailing manuscripts thing is a little freaky. I may not even need my laser printer much longer. When I recently sent the completed portion of Low Red Moon off to my agent and editor, I sent it not as a paper manuscipt, but as an rtf. attached to an e-mail. Weird. But it saved me the time of printing (several hours) and the cost of ink, paper, and postage. My inner Luddite balks, but my outer miser is pleased. No other news of note from yesterday. No rain. I think we're heading towards drought territory around here, which is probably a good thing, actually, considering that the roof in my office leaks and the landlord hasn't seen fit to fix it. And so it goes. Time to write.
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