Thursday, September 05, 2002
A long and dissatisfying day. We did get a nice rain, though.
I had to write a two paragraph synopsis of Low Red Moon for my agent to use at the Frankfurt Book Fair. I despise writing synopses. They're, at best, inaccurate things, and, at worst, idiotic. But the results were pronounced perfect, so at least I didn't have to do it twice.
Then I began the aforementioned CD interview, making it through only 16 of 66 questions. This is an exceptionally long interview and there are times I feel very odd writing about myself. Odd and annoyed, as I know that, no matter how carefully I consider and compose a reply to a question, I'll probably come to hate whatever I've said somewhere down the line. I'm fickle. My mind changes. I'm given to passing fancies and brief infatuations. It makes interviews hard. Anyway, I hope to finish with it tomorrow, if I do little else.
Sorry to sound so cranky tonight. It was just a not-quite-bad-but-not-very-good-day. Mood swings. The siren song of estrogen. Lots of stress over all the things I have to get done in such a short span of time. I'll be nicer tomorrow.
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