Friday, February 28, 2003
My mind is too much on war this morning. What feels like the inevitable coming war. I just read the news that Baghdad has agreed to destroy its Al Samoud 2 missiles, but it's hard to imagine this will dissuade Bush. He has 225,000 US troops posied to invade. I imagine him looming above a vast Risk board, piling all his little pieces into the Persian Gulf, waiting for his next roll of the dice. I wonder if he doesn't imagine pretty much the same thing. We are about to be dragged into a war that virtually no one in America understands, because Bush has managed to hide so well behind the spector of Al Queda and 9/11. I don't think any of us really understand why this war is coming. I can't help but feel that nothing anyone can say or do at this point is relevant, that history is set on this account. I read Yeats' "The Second Coming" again after reading CNN.com. "The falcon cannot hear the falconer." "The best lack all conviction, while the worst / Are full of passionate intensity." "The darkness drops again; but now I know / That twenty centuries of stony sleep / Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, / And what rough beast . . ." A new Gallup poll shows that, at this point, only 47% of the registered voters polled would vote for Bush for another term. I think he doesn't care. After all, it's not like he was legally elected to this term.
And now we're all going to be assigned a "personal threat level" upon purchasing airline tickets. Green. Yellow. Red. If the Islamic extremists don't get us, rest assured, Republican extremists will.
I can't work and think about these things. And I have to work.
Yesterday, Spooky and I made it through chapters Six, Seven, and Eight of Low Red Moon. Today we do chapters Nine and Ten. It's going very well. As I said yesterday, I'm genuinely enjoying this read, as a novel, as a novel that I wrote, which is a bit of a new experince. I can only hope readers feel the same way. And there is still much concern regarding the title of the next novel, the one currently in utero. From Kevin Anderson:
My title proposal is this: Of Light and Shadows; with calling the books this, you loose the Queen part, even though it is still there
unseen, but you have both aspects of Her present. Tell me what you think? (Or not, depending on your mood.)
Your books just get better and better -- you ROCK!
I do, don't I? Thanks. Also, from Franklin Harris:
Feh. I still like Murder of Angels best as far as the new book's title goes. Don't throw it out yet.
I haven't. Thrown it out yet, I mean, and perhaps it is still the best of the bunch. I may write to the band and see how they feel about it. I suspect they couldn't give a crap.
The usual suspects will be over for Farscape tonight. I may go to Athens tomorrow, just to have a day away from here. Off to read now . . .
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