Tuesday, October 08, 2002
My comp copies of Dark Terrors 6: The Gollancz Book of Horror arrived today. It includes my story, "The Road of Pins," which may have now replaced "Spindleshanks" as my personal favorite. I read it again this afternoon, for the first time since I wrote it and sent it off to Steve Jones at least a year ago. It's nice having enough distance to begin to judge your own work with some hint of objectivity, to begin to see it as others might see it. Not as a story I wrote, but just as a story. Only then can I begin to truly judge it on its own merits.
I've said this so many times, I know. But it's such a strange life, creating lives and worlds inside my head, building them for you on the page.
Today was a library day, all for the Embrace the Mutation story, which still has no title. Books on the history of coastal northern California and sea shells of the San Fransisco area. Bits and pieces to come together as a whole. Boats and squid and old houses perched on high cliffs at the edge of the ocean.
I also got my photos from the party back. Since Jennifer's doing some work on the website anyway, I'll have her put some up on the "Picture of the Week" page tomorrow (how long since that was last changed?!). I still haven't gotten all the gray out of my ears and hair. The airbrush gets it everywhere. While Andre was doing my make-up Saturday evening, I noticed a framed poster from Kalifornia on the wall of his studio and asked if he'd worked on that film. Yes, he replied. In fact, Brad Pitt had sat in the same chair I was sitting in at that moment. How can that not make you feel just a little strange?
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