Friday, August 30, 2002
Note: The following was actually written about 3 a.m. this morning, but Mindspring refused to let me post it until now.
Like I said. Utter chaos. If I'm up and moving by nine a.m., we can get the packing finished and be out of here by noon (CST), which puts us getting to Dragon*Con about three p.m. (EST). Not bad, since I don't have a panel until 10 p.m. Plenty of time to settle in, see some folks, and goof off a bit. Pretend it's a vacation instead of work. Not much interesting to report about today. It was long. We packed. I read over the section of Low Red Moon that I'll read at the con on Saturday evening. It's very difficult, perhaps impossible, to pick any single portion of this book short enough to be read during a thirty-minute reading that will also convey any sense of what the book as a whole is like. So, I just picked something that I liked. I read it to Thryn tonight, who says she's missed hearing me read aloud. That's something far too few people do, and something that far too writers consider — that one of the primary attributes of prose is sound. But it's too late for literary tangents. Not much to report for today. Clouds, but no rain. This afternoon, I had to fight work traffic to visit the MAC counter at Saks, blah, blah, blah. Oh, if you're going to be a Dragon*Con, be sure to drop by the Salmagundi table in the Marriott. I'll try to sign there a little. And I'll try to make a couple of reports from the con. See you there (unless you aren't going).
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