Monday, November 11, 2002
More missed days. Apologies. As the move draws near, I expect more and more of those. But I'll try hard to stay current. I'm in one of those very annoying periods when non-work concerns are seriously impinging upon my writing time, heedless of the deadlines I have between now and the end of the year. It must be, well, interesting (I'll not say "nice") to have to get up each day and go to work, to work somewhere apart from domestic worries and distractions.
The editing work on The Five of Cups is taking longer than I'd planned, because I have to keep stopping to attend to this or that detail of the move. With packing about to begin, I expect it will get even worse. I hope to be able to get through chapters Six and Seven today, if only the interruptions will remain minimal. I need to finish with the thing this week, not only to get it out of the way so that I might proceed to other projects, but also because I needed to read through it relatively quickly to get a sense of the entire ms.
The contracts for Low Red Moon and Untitled (read Murder of Angels) arrived on Saturday, finally. I was away in Atalnta again, having briefly returned to Birmingham on Friday evening, but they were waiting for me when I got home. I have to read through them today or tomorrow, as well. I despise wading through legalese.
The Crüxshadows will be passing through Birmingham on Wednesday, to do a show at a local club, and crashing here while they're in town. It'll be great to see Rogue and company, but I warned them they might be sleeping amid boxes.
I guess that's it for this morning. We had terrible thunderstorms last night, the storm system that did so much damage. At one point, the lightning was pretty much constant, creating a very disconcerting strobe effect in the night sky. Today things are calm again, but the weather still seems unseasonably warm. Now I go write.
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