Friday, July 12, 2002
Today. Today I wrote only 836 wds. on Chapter Ten, but they were 836 wds. of Significance. As I approach the end of the novel (I'm guessing 14 chapters and an epilogue), it begins to feel strange and sort of sad. Partly, it's knowing the drained feeling I always have at the end, and the certainty that I've failed to convey all the lights and darks, all the highs and lows, the intensities and subtleties. But it's also (and this part always catches me a bit by surprise) simply the sadness that conclusion gives me, even though I acknowledge that all conclusions are illusory, arbitrary things. At any rate, I expect to finish Chapter Ten tomorrow afternoon, which is good, because I've been stuck in the same fictional thunderstorm now since I started the chapter way back on June 24th.
The rest of today. There was more. I dug out a bunch of old videos and spent most of the evening watching Kate Bush, NIN, Bjork, and The Smashing Pumpkins, because, after the storms this afternoon, I just didn't feel like going back to work. About 11:45 this evening, Ted Naifeh called and we talked about the work he's doing for me on the "Waycross" chapbook (it's another Dancy story - a prequel to In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers, so also a prequel to Threshold, to be released by Subterranean Press). Ted's a cool guy. If you haven't read Courtney Crumrin and the Night Things (Oni), well, you ought to. Especially if you, like me, have a soft place in your heart for spooky, grumpy little girls without noses.
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