Saturday, March 01, 2003
A disappointingly rainy Saturday morning. I'm abandoning the excursion to Athens, though The Globe is nice on rainy days, and will wait, intsead, for a sunny day.
Clan of Xymox's Notes from the Underground is playing on the headphones.
Yesterday, Spooky and I read chapters Nine and Ten of Low Red Moon. It took us longer to do two chapters yesterday than to do three the day before. Sometimes it goes that way. Today we have to do chapters Eleven and Twelve. I think the book is affecting our moods. I had perhaps the most spectacularly horrific nightmare of my life last night, and it seemed derived from the matter of the novel. Jennifer is proofreading the ms. behind us. I hope to be done with it early this coming week, so that I can get back to work on the apparently still untitled novel and other pressing things.
Someone e-mailed this morning to say that there's a new "review" up on Amazon, on the Threshold page, accusing me of writing my own "reviews" of the book. I must admit that I'm rather appalled. I haven't got time to bathe, but I've apparently had time to write something like 53 "reviews" of Threshold for Amazon. I should be ashamed. I am ashamed. Obviously, I need to set myself down and have a long talk with me. Baaaaaaaaad Caitlin.
The world is full of idiots.
Watch where you step.
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