Friday, January 31, 2003
Why did I say it was warmer yesterday? It wasn't really. Wishful thinking or too much absinthe.
But today is the last day of January, which gives me hope.
Yesterday I wrote 1,123 wds. on "La Peau Verte". It's about 5,500 wds. long at this point. I think it may go to almost ten thousand. I fear I may have forgotten how to write shorter short stories; I now write things too short to be novellas (or "novellettes"), but longish for short stories (in my opinion).
I also finished reading Gemma Files' collection, Kissing Carrion, for which I've agreed to write an introduction.
I listened to Tom Waits (Alice), This Mortal Coil (It'll End in Tears) and Hem (rabbitsongs).
And that, I believe, was my yesterday. Unless I'm forgetting something important. Which isn't likely.
Tonight, of course, is Farscape. 8 p.m. and 12:30 a.m. EST (please check you local listing for the broadcast time in your area, duh). Soon, the Sci-Fi Channel will be lost to soulless drek like The Dream Team, Tremors: The Series, John Edward (Please! Where is Harry Houdini when we need him!), Scare Tactics, and Roswell. So, please, watch. And if you'd like to know more about the campaign to keep Farscape on the air, check out SaveFarscape.
Time to write.
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