Sunday, March 09, 2003
It's a fine spring day here in Atlanta. At the moment, it's almost 70F outside. The air is filled with the soft drone of honeybees and bumblebees, and the smell of green things waking up. Hopeful smells. They're welcome after this cold winter. But I've said all that before, in earlier entries. Thryn and I sat out on the backsteps a while early this afternoon, just enjoying the warmth. I couldn't get any work done because the electricity was off across a large portion of southeastern Atlanta for a while. Sometimes, forced breaks are good things.
I'm about to begin printing the final draft of Low Red Moon, which will take several hours. First, I'll run through the formatting one more time. Yesterday, we spent about three hours on the various continuity problems and I think they're all cleared up now. I hope so, at any rate. I'll get another chance to catch those sorts of things in the Roc CEM, and the Subterranean Press galleys, but I like to turn in clean mss. It irks me to do otherwise. Monday, the ms. will go in the mail to Penguin, and I'll e-mail a copy to Subterranean Press, and then it will be out of my hands (at least for a time) and I can move on to the other matters that needed attending to weeks ago.
After the work on LRM yesterday, me and Thryn and Jennifer went to a wonderful antique shop, then to see Roman Holiday at the Georgia State University Rialto Theatre. It was part of TCM's Oscar film festival. Sadly, I only had time to do that one film. Afterwards, we had pizza. It was a good evening out. At the antique shop, I bought an old postcard of the Providence River and Harbor by night. The postmark is Providence, RI, August 5th, 1921, and it's addressed to Richard Gill, Genessee St., Cuba, N.Y. There's a message, also dated August 5th: Have been sick most of the time since I came here, but am getting better now and hope to get out and have some good times. Signed George R.
In the painting on the postcard, there's a full moon above the Providence River.
How can it be three o'clock already?
I have to start printing soon.
Darren McKeeman asked me to remind everyone that my short story, "La Mer des Reves" is now up on Gothic.Net. Free fiction. What more could you ask for?
Today's question: Does North Korea really believe that the U.S. would launch a nuclear attack against them, provoking nuclear retaliation from China, and perhaps a global thermonuclear war, or are they just idiots, or bastards, or only having fun yanking Bush's chain? All of the above? Why the hell not.
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