Monday, September 09, 2002
Here in Birmingham, which seems even more remote than usual today, it's 2:34 p.m. and I've been going at this Farscape business non-stop since I got out of bed and walked into my office at 10 a.m. Mostly the morning has been spent updating Nebari.Net, faxing letters to the Sci-Fi Channel and the USA Network, answering the e-mail that my involvement in this campaign is generating (keep it coming), and making connections with other scapers out to save the Uncharted Territories. My apologies to everyone who might be tuning in for the usual sort of Low Red Moon programming. It'll be back. In fact, I'm going to force myself to go to the library tomorrow to begin researching the short story for the Embrace The Mutation chapbook. And I signed a few books for people today. But, mostly, I feel the need to do the little bit for the show that I can do, while there's still time.
I'm beginning to feel the first signs of exhaustion setting in. I can deal with exhaustion. It's discouragement that has me worried. The sense that all this is futile that's just starting to peep at me through the blur of work. That's the thing I have to fight, the thing we all have to fight, if we're going to win this campaign. And we are going to win, one way or another.
Also, if you haven't seen the editorial I did for Gothic.Net yet, it's up at Crackers Do Matter: Saving Farscape. I think maybe I should eat something now. One Sobe will only go so far.
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