Saturday, September 28, 2002
This is one of those afternoons when I feel like the little beast that lives in my head keeps switching channels. A blur. A smear. Static. White noise. Too much information. Shaken and stirred and spilled on the floor. Blah, blah, blah.
If I don't buckle down and finish the Potter story, Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press is going to have me flayed (and I don't mean that in a good way). But we're in the middle of working the kinks out of the Atlanta Farscape rally, so I hardly have time to breathe. Lani Tupu ("Crais" and the voice of "Pilot") called me last night. That was pretty frelling strange (that I mean in the good way).
If you're looking for an update on the Atlanta rally, go to www.nebari.net/rally.html.
The sun came back today. I had begun to miss it. But at least we made it through the storm with no leaks.
Oh, and I still haven't made it to Atlanta. Supposedly, even as I type this, I'm getting dressed to go tonight.
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