Monday, October 21, 2002
Not too much to report this morning. Mostly, I've been juggling, in my head, all the things I have to get done between today and early January, all the deadlines, how the delay on the move has complicated it all. As Neil once pointed out, deadlines are cowardly things. They run in packs. It's true. It's starting to look as if the next two months will be a sort of train wreck, as regards work. Oh, I did a short interview for Newsarama.com about Bast: Eternity Game this morning; it's the third Bast-related interview I've given in a week.
Yesterday, Bill Schafer and I discussed the line-up of my projects with Subterranean Press for the coming year. Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold and Waycross will be out before the end of 2002. In 2003 (at least, this is the publishing schedule as it now stands), The Five of Cups will come first, then the limited of Low Red Moon, then, finally, my next short story collection, which might be titled Worse Things Yet (illustrations by Richard Kirk).
It's a grey day here in Birmingham. Blah.
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