Wednesday, September 25, 2002
The day has been terribly hectic with Farscapery, and is likely only to get much moreso as the afternoon progresses.
Did I mention it's raining?
Anyway, looking back on the last entry, I see that the strange, flat calm that has settled over me is possibly reflected in what I wrote. All those months I've been in here, recording the details of the process of writing this book, and the deal comes through and I sound like I'm reporting the time of day. But I'm in a bit of an odd place right now. Unlucky happenstance. Coincidence. Whatever. Also, having been through this dance twice before with Penguin, I think a lot of the edge was taken off this time. The wait was unpleasant, because, for me, waiting always is. And now the wait's over. And that's appreciated, but there's no real thrill. There was a thrill with Silk, and relief with Threshold. This time, there's something else and I don't quite know its name.
Which should not be mistaken for a lack of enthusiasm for the book on my part. I'm far happier with this book than I was with Threshold. I think it's a much better novel, for a host of reasons.
There's just this calm. Maybe it'll pass.
I'll say more later.
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