Wednesday, December 11, 2002
Dreary, cold winter weather here in Atlanta. Wet, dreary, cold winter weather. But it could be worse. My poor Rhode Islander is having to contend with snow. I'm not a fan of snow. Snow was put here to make polar bears and musk oxen happy. It usually just annoys me.
Yesterday was a bit of a mess. But I did get more notes done on Murder of Angels, which was good. I think I've reached a point where I would commence writing the novel, were it not for all the editing left to do on TFoC That must be done first. Ducks in a row. Ducks in a row. Whatever.
Today, I'm writing my fourth essay on the Farscape cancellation, this time for SFSite.com. Well, actually, this article will be less about the fact of the cancellation and the campaign to save the series, and more of an "our-story-thus-far" primer for new viewers who want to begin watching the series when the SciFi Channel runs its Chain Reaction Christmas Eve day — the first eleven episodes of Season Four — and then resumes in its new 8 p.m. (EST) Friday night slot in January (the last eleven episodes of Season Four). If I can write a decent synopsis, the article will allow new viewers to be a little less lost. I haven't given up on the series. There is still hope. It's a damnable fact of this damnable universe — there's always still hope. Well, almost always. I also need to get a long-overdue updated biography off to the people at the International Conference for the Fantastic in the Arts, which I'll be attending in March.
Jennifer's continuing to unpack boxes in my office as I write this. It's distracting. Later today (or, more likely, tonight), I hope to finish unpacking the fossils and other specimens for the display cases.
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