Tuesday, October 29, 2002
Last night, the rain stopped and breaks appeared in the clouds, briefly revealing deep blue-black night. This morning, the sky turned a hazy blue. Not real sky, but very thin clouds letting through an intimation of sunlight. Now the clouds are back. I'm not sure why I'm going on about this. Maybe because Hemingway said it was important for a writer to always include the weather.
Yesterday, I finished with the corrections to the first draft of Low Red Moon. Making sure nobody's eyes changed color mid-book, deciding what make and year a given Ford is, being sure I have the phases of the moon correct throughout. That sort of thing. Now I'm printing the manuscript to send to my editor at Penguin.
I'm listening to The Crüxshadows' Wishfire and it's making me think of The Five of Cups, so I'll probably spend the rest of the day editing that ms., when I'm not attending to the needs of the printer. Speaking of TFoC, Rick Kirk will be doing 14 interior illustrations for the book (I think, at this point, the two of us have achieved an artistic marriage!). I think we have the cover artist, too, but I want to be sure before I announce anything. I'm toying with the idea of releasing a CD with the deluxe limited edition (the lettered state), a bunch of Death's Little Sister stuff including all of the Three Regrets and a Curse material and a couple of tracks from practice sessions. But it might be more trouble than it's worth. We'll see.
I should be packing for the World Fantasy Convention in Minneapolis, but the chaos and expenses surrounding the move made it necessary for me to sit this one out. Besides, I heard that the high in Minneapolis yesterday was 20·F. Ugh.
Last night I watched Rebecca and it made me wish I had time to read Daphne du Maurier again.
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