Monday, December 09, 2002
How can it possibly be the ninth already? Oh, wait. That's an easy one. It was the eigth yesterday. Or, it'll be the tenth tomorrow (shortly, at that). Either way, there's my explanation.
Time waits for no one. Not even writers pursued by drooling packs of deadlines.
Today I finished proofreading the novella, "Andromeda Among the Stones." I think it's really one of my very best stories, up there with "Spindleshanks," "The Road of Pins," "Tears Seven Times Salt," and "A Redress for Andromeda." It is, of course, a "prequel" to the latter. And to "Nor the Demons Down Under the Sea," for that matter. That took about three hours. There was a ton of e-mail to deal with this morning. I think my post of 12/7/02 has now officially generated more e-mail than any single post before it. I spent a lot of time thinking about Murder of Angels, but never got around to actually sitting down and making more notes. But, I can say that I devoted the entire day to work, and none of it to unpacking. That's progress.
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