Monday, November 25, 2002
Last night I began packing the contents of the larger of my display cases. But, exhausted from a day of dumpster diving for moving boxes, I only made managed to pack the Camarasaurus, Maisaura, and Smilodon skulls, an Apatosaurus vertebra, a Solnhofen dragonfly, a pachypleurosaur, a ramphorhynchid pterodactyloid, and a bunch of trilobites and ammonites before I was too tired to pack anymore fossils. I have to get to the rest today. I spent the rest of the evening on the phone with my Rhode Islander and then, later, watching Bram Stoker's Dracula and Casablanca. I finally went to bed at four.
This morning I wake to discover that the new place in Atlanta is a cable/DSL nightmare. No digital cable, so I'm going to have to go with Direct TV to get Sci-Fi, which I'm only getting because there are (at least) eleven episodes of Farscape to go. I think we have the DSL thing sorted out, via AT&T, but we're not sure.
Five days to go.
And there's still work. Twenty comp copies of the Silk trade paperback arrived by UPS this morning (if you don't have one already, proceed directly to Amazon). I answered an e-mail from my Hollywood agent regarding Low Red Moon. I also proofed the final layout and captions of the photos for Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold. I need to send Derek jpgs of Dicranurus monstrosus to pass along to the person doing the graphic design work on the Our thoughts make spirals in their world CD insert. I have to send the SpookyCon people a photo for the website, because the one they have sucks. And I still have to finish editing TFoC, as well as writing endnotes and an introduction.
The fun never ends . . .
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