Saturday, October 26, 2002
Saturday and the sky is still grey. It's as if Birmingham has been superimposed over Portland or Dublin.
I spent most of the morning working on various things relating to The Five of Cups, digging through old files, letters, e-mails, etc., thinking about the introduction and annotations that I have to write for the novel. Subterranean Press will be announcing its publication very soon and will probably begin taking pre-orders not long after.
Yesterday I began work on the story for the absinthe anthology, a piece that I'm calling "Green Bottle" for now. It may be a false start. It's an odd thing, and, for the moment, features Sadie Jasper (she of Threshold and Low Red Moon, as well as "The Long Hall on the Top Floor"). It looks to be a "quiet" story, in sharp contrast to "Andromeda Among the Stones." Anyway, I did about 400 words on the story yesterday. It isn't due until March, but if I get it written now, I stay a little ahead of the game on at least one project. It baffles deadlines, which as I've mentioned, travel in packs, when you take aim on the stragglers first, instead of the snarling two or three mongerls in the lead. Also, after having to ask for two extensions on the Lovecraft/Holmes anthology, I'm wary of letting thing go until later.
I think I'll spend the rest of the day of the continuity work on Low Red Moon (an hour yesterday to be sure that characters' eyes weren't changing colour) and a little time on the new story. I'm presently writing to VNV Nation's Futureperfect.
Last night I saw Ghost Ship, which I rather enjoyed, and tonight I may see Sprited Away, which I'm surprised to find showing in Birmingham. I figure someone got mixed up and scheduled the wrong film.
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