Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Typing without my glasses. It's always an interesting enterprise. But they're in the bedroom (I think), and I'm in the office, so I shall continue bravely on without them. It is still called "typing," right? Not computing or keyboarding or something? Oh, wait. I bet what I'm doing now is blogging. That sounds like a Finnish euphemsim for masturbation. I think I shall continue to think of it as typing.
Of course, now someone from Finland will write me to provide an actual Finnish euphemism for masturbation.
Yesterday the Low Red Moon ms. went into the post to Penguin. One hardcopy. One copy on CD. Once again, the baby is out of my hands. It's almost always the same in these instances. I have a very brief (10-15 min.) spell of relief, followed by a slowly building sense of disappointment and anxiety. It can get quite bad; by nine last night I was entirely despondent. But most of that's gone this morning.
Oh. "Nor the Demons Down Under the Sea" (from The Children of Cthulhu, John Pelan, ed., Del Rey) was selected for Steve Jones' The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror, Volume 14. I got the letter from London yesterday, informing me. It's always sort of fascinating, seeing which story makes a year's best anthology. I've made at least one year's best volume every year since 1998, but it's still a neat little thrill.
Today's a day off. A real day off. As in, I don't answer the phone, or reply to e-mails, or edit, or write (except this), or anything of the sort. The first one I've allowed myself since - wait, I'm thinking - I may have to go check my journal (my hardcopy journal, the kind with pages that you write in with a pen or pencil) - ah, it was Valentine's Day. Almost a month ago. I knew it had been a while.
Still lots of good dren available on the Cat Dentures Auction, by the way, so what the hezmanna are you waiting for? And yes, I am a big ol' geek. Anyway, buy now, today, right this frelling microt, and I'll send you my cat. No, really. She's a pain in the eema. You'll love her. Then we won't need no steenkin' cat dentures.
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