Thursday, August 01, 2002
I awoke this morning at 7 a.m. from a particulary nasty nightmare and was unable to get back to sleep. So I've been up prowling about the web, trying to get my head clear enough to start writing. No luck, so far, but I'm aiming for 10 or 10:30. I like the morning light, though I rarely see it and find it somewhat disorienting. Afternoon from the east, as I tend to think of it. It shines nicely off the old brick buildings on this end of First Avenue (and it's rare I ever admit to finding anything aesthetically pleasing about Birmingham), bringing out all the many shades of red and brown and yellow. Still, it's not something I think I want to make a habit of, this early rising.
Oh, a correction to a comment made yesterday: Though I said that Dragon*Con this year will be my last southeastern appearance for at least a year and a half, I lied. I will, of course, be back for Dragon*Con next year, which means this year's Dragon*Con is, in fact, only my last southeastern appearance for the next year. However, I expect to be doing many more signings and readings overall after the move, but they'll be largely confined to the area between Manhattan and Boston, and to the big cons like World Horror and World Fantasy.
Well, now it's 10 a.m. and my head's still not clear enough to write. Well, clear enough for this, but this is different.
We actually had a few drops of rain on Tuesday (I'll forgive you if you nod off during the weather report). Beautiful, tremendous thunderheads built up over the city, great towering things. I thought we'd get a drenching. But only a few sprinkles here and there, and mostly after dark. All show and no go. And now, no rain in sight again. The water-shortage warnings will probably begin soon. It's about that time of year. Dog days.
Ah, well. That's enough rambling. Let me see if I can go squeeze a few drops of something out of my brain.
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