Sunday, September 22, 2002
Last night was rather like Chapter Nine of Winnie-the-Pooh, "In Which Piglet Is Entirely Surrounded By Water." Which is to say, it rained and it rained and it rained. And it's still raining. And the real problem is that the rain is not content to stay outside, but has found at least four routes through the roof and into the loft. One on each side of my bed, one in my office, and one in the bathroom. Floors covered with wet towels. Bookshelves covered with sheets of plastic. Fun, fun, fun. And the realtor still hasn't returned our call from yesterday. We desperately need them to come and not fix it again. So, not much sleep last night. I drifted off on the sofa watching The Thing, just as the rain began again, and Jennifer woke me a little while later because the leaking had started. Sleep was touch and go after that. At least we have good insurance now, unlike the Atlanta roof-collapse situation. Parts of Birmingham, such as Ensley, are being evacuated as creeks rise and overflow their banks. We got six inches of rain between midnight and 5 a.m. It's a bit of a mess, but should begin to clear this afternoon sometime.
My LA agent wrote to say he loves Low Red Moon, perhaps more than Threshold, which it's quite different from, says he. That's something, at least, as the long wait for Penguin's verdict continues.
Contrary to earlier announced plans, I've thrown myself full-tilt into a new round of Farscapery, including organizing a big rally/party in Atlanta to promote the show. It'll be Oct. 5th at an as-yet-unnannounced venue. The plan is to have bands, video, dealers, costumes, etc. It should be a blast and help get a lot of new folks hooked on the show. If you're reading this and are anywhere in Atlanta, or an adjacent state, and want to help, please, please, please, e-mail me (Desvernine@aol.com) immediately. Meanwhile, I also have to get the Potter story written for Subterranean Press. I think I've managed to kill all that annoying "free" time. That's a good thing. More later.
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