Monday, October 21, 2002
Gothic.Net, which hosts my website, has been doing a sort of yoyo thing since sometime last night — up, down, up, down — and presently it's down. So I'm writing this now and will publish it later, when we get to another one of the ups. I'm drinking green Kool-Aid, which I despise, but have a feeling could be passed off as cheap Czech absinthe if the person you were giving it to were sufficiently ignorant (2 parts green Kool-Aid, 1 part Everclear grain alcohol, with a dash of anise oil; I'm still working on how to make it louche, oh, and, in a pinch, a black jellybean might stand in for the anise oil).
Now that "Andromeda Among the Stones" has been sent out into the world to seek its fortune, I had to break down and clean my office today. Mostly, that means returning the dozens of books to their proper places on the shelves. While I write, books get pulled down for this or that bit of reference material and almost always stay pulled down until I'm done with the story. It seems like a more efficient system. There's always the chance the book may prove useful again before the story's finished, so it's better to keep it within arm's reach. But, as the days go by, a cairn of books accumulates around my chair and the edges of my desk, threatening to topple over and bury me. It's not all doom and gloom though. Sometimes you find things. Today, for example, I found a check from my agent for $72.25, hiding under a receipt from CompUSA. Anyway, for now, all the books are back where they belong. Tomorrow, I need to get back to Low Red Moon, that first round of corrections, which will mostly consist of continuity checks (in film, I fancy, someone has that job, and that someone belongs to a union of other people whose sole job is to check continuity; I get by without the union, but it is annoying when character's eyes keep changing colour).
The leaves have started changing. The new ETA for Rhode Island is mid-November. Which sucks, but there you go.
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