Thursday, December 12, 2002
First off, thanks to Jason Lundberg, who wrote to tell me that the ICFA meeting is not in April, but in March. Jennifer actually caught the mistake right after I made the entry, but I was too busy to come back in and fix it. I'd confused the ICFA with another con that I have here in Atlanta in April. These days, I'm having enough trouble not confusing up and down.
The floor of my new office is concrete, covered over with some sort of smooth, brick-red finish. A dense layer of cold air hovers perpetually above the floor to a height of perhaps six or seven inches, no matter how much the heat blows; let's call it the cryosphere. And I hate wearing socks while I write (a point that my biographers, if any, will certainly overlook). So, it's going to be another winter of chilly feet. But i imagine it will be quite pleasant this summer. On very hot days I can lie on this floor and stay cool.
I fell asleep last night reading August Derleth's "The Seal of R'lyeh." It's a shame that Derleth didn't have just a little more of Lovecraft's magic.
A strange mood on me today, trying to think of something of consequence to say, something about the book I haven't yet begun or the one I just finished or the one from 1992 that I'm trying to edit. But nothing's coming, not really. It's a sign that i need to get back to writing, I think, back to real writing. I know it's time, again, when I begin to catch myself daydreaming as much I have been lately. My head off in a place that needs to be realized. Soon.
Meanwhile, most of yesterday (and a good chunk of last night) was spent on the aforementioned Farscape essay (with a lot of help from Jennifer). It's not going so well and my deadline in midday Saturday. Trying to synopsize 77 episodes into about 2,000 words. Trying to convey the story in the fewset possible words, without losing anything essential. And I loathe synopses. By their very nature, they are unreliable, untruthful things. They are the bane of writers (just have a look at the jacket copy on Silk sometime), who spent months or years trying to communicate subtleties, complexities, nuance, only to have it all melted down into a dry little cube for easy consumption. Nonetheless, I have to try to finish this thing, because I've promised and I hope that presenting a "clear" plot synopsis (groan) might turn a few new viewers on to the series, here in its eleventh hour. In case I fail, though, there's a very, very brief primer available at:
Synopsis
as a downloadable color PDF file. It's a start.
As for other work yesaterday, I had a conversation with Shelly Bond at DC/Vertgio about my forthcoming (January-March 2003) mini-series, Bast: Eternity Game and about future projects. You can get a sneak peek at Bast, including Dave McKean's great cover for Part One, at DCComic.Com. I have to proof Part Three today. Also, yesterday, I finally got all the fossils, skulls, things in jars, etc. unpacked, which cleared the place of yet another shitload of boxes.
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