Thursday, July 25, 2002
Things went more slowly yesterday (Wednesday), for no reason I've been able to put my finger on. A lot of frustration materializing out of nowhere in particular. Words that didn't want to come when called. But, finally, I'd done another 950 wds. on Chapter Eleven, which, if all goes as planned, I will finish this afternoon. It's the longest chapter in the book so far, though Chapter Thirteen, the last in the book, may turn out longer. I also did 730 wds. on "The Drowned Geologist," which is beginning to feel more like a story, finally. Also, I had a thirty-minute or so conversation with my agent, which was not discouraging.
Again no rain, though we did have some impressive thunder late in the day.
Last night I wrote a blurb for Jack Morgan's The Biology of Horror, and, in hopes of lifting somewhat droopy spirits (there's an image), shopped for pony falls and goggles online (because, let us never forget, "Big hair matters."). Late and stricken with insomnia, I watched the DVD of Tim Burton's Sleepy Hollow, which I bought weeks ago but had forgotten about.
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