Sunday, January 19, 2003
Today I didn't hit the wall. But other obstacles were encountered and, at 5:30 p.m., when I sat down to write, I realized it was too late, I was too tired, and decided to wait until tomorrow. This is called laziness. Do not attempt this at home. Remember, I'm a trained professional.
Actually, comparing my progress on Murder of Angels to last year's work on Low Red Moon, having begun work on both (the note stage) in November, and planning to finish the former in August, just before Dragon*Con (as I did with LRM), I'm actually about 10,000 words ahead of schedule (the ms. currently stands at about 30,000 words). I should have no trouble meeting my deadline (and my publisher's deadline isn't until December, anyhow) and not worry about missing a day of writing here and there. This is called rationalization. Do not attempt it without adult supervision.
Last night I stopped by Oxford Comics and picked up the first issue of Ted Naifeh's Courtney Crumrin and the Coven of Mystics and drooled over new action fictures and lunch boxes and Sock Monkey stickers. Spooky and I haven't read the new Courtney Crumrin yet, but Jennifer has and loved it. Oh, and I saw the video for This Mortal Coil's "Song to the Siren," complete with Liz Fraser and falling leaves, which I didn't even know existed. This made Spooky very happy; we're hoping to tape it next time. VH1C is a new and perilous addiction. We finished off the gumbo. It was a decent day, yesterday. I think tonight we're watching Topsy Turvy, unless we watch From Hell instead. I'm prattling. See you tomorrow.
Oh. I wrote something yesterday. Wait. Let me check. Yep. Just over 1,000 words. Good for me.
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