Tuesday, September 17, 2002
This is Tuesday, right? Right. For a moment I thought it was still Monday, then I thought it was Wednesday, which ought to give you some insight to my mental state at the moment. But it's Tuesday. This morning I have to get back to work on my various neglected writing chores. The two interviews to proof. A conversation with my agent in NYC. Obsessively waiting for news from Penguin on Low Red Moon, which hasn't come yet, but you had probably figured that out already. E-mail to other authors and editors. A trip to the library to do research for the Embrace the Mutation chapbook. A bunch of books to sign for Jennifer's e-Bay efforts (she's still at it, by the way; click here to see). And pretty damn soon I have to deal with all the details regarding the Providence move. I haven't even booked a flight. This is all the fault of the Sci-Fi Channel, of course, or EM.TV, or whoever was ultimately behind the Farscape cancellation. For a while there, I was very much ahead.
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