Tuesday, September 17, 2002
More Tuesday. I spoke with my agent just a few minutes ago. No news from Penguin yet, so probably no news today. But, truthfully, this wait has been much easier than previous waits, and my stomach is only queasy, not entirely tied in knots. I think my constant involvement in the Farscape campaign has helped, distracting me so much. Distraction is an odd ally, not one I'm accustomed to looking upon as anything but an enemy.
Also, I finally finished proofing the two interviews and they've been sent off to the interviewer. So, that's done.
Oh, and I stepped on my glasses. Ironically, the lenses didn't break. The frames did. The lenses are no big deal. The frames are antique. It figures.
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