Saturday, October 19, 2002
Not much to make an entry from this afternoon. I'm trying not to think too much about how I'm supposed to be on the road to Providence right now, about the month-delay in the move that's followed from the simple, unpredictable economics of writing for a living. I have to do my last tweakings on "Andromeda Among the Stones" today and send the final copy off to Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press. I do find it remarkable, and disconcerting, that I have written this story without once printing, that other people have read it without a single page being printed, that it wasn't necessary to print in order to get it to the publisher. Also, it's time for me to start looking at the first round of revisions I need to do on Low Red Moon. I guess that's next, as soon as the last dregs of this short story are out of my head. I've developed a horrible addiction to Starburst jellybeans (avoid the white "mystery" flavour, though); my dentist will be very happy. Last night I watched The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms until I was sleepy enough to go to bed. It's one of my "comfort films." One I know absolutely by heart and love despite the lousy science and cheesy acting. The scene where the beast rises from the sea to destroy the lighthouse is still one of the most beautiful and creepy things ever filmed.
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