Monday, March 10, 2003
What I am is not awake.
I didn't finish with the printing until after 3:30 this morning. I'd have stayed in bed, but I have to write a cover letter and get the frelling thing to the frelling post office. And find a box that's big enough to hold it. At 548 ms. pages, it's too thick for the ms. boxes I usually use for mailing. Maybe if I stood on it and jumped up and down a few times. I can tell I'm not awake, because that seems like a reasonable idea.
I'm giving myself a day off tomorrow.
Jack Morgan, who wrote an amazing book called The Biology of Horror, has agreed to write an introduction for the Subterranean Press edition of Low Red Moon, and I'm quite happy about that. I still have to write an afterword for that edition. I want to do something more than my usual this-is-how-I-wrote-this-book sort of thing, but, as yet, I've not figured out what to do instead. We have a cover artist (details TBA) for the subpress edition. It's all coming together. I have an interview for a comics site that I still haven't finished. Beyond that, hell, I don't know. I just want to go back to bed.
Last night we watched Below, which I think was a pretty decent ghost story (and a submarine movie, to boot; I love submarine movies). But I'm not entirely sure. I kept having to pause it and check on the printer.
Have you read "La Mer des Reves" at Gothic.Net? Why not?
I need some needles to prop my eyelids open. Off to Spooky's sewing room . . .
Postscript: This week the Senate will have another crack at limiting the reproductive freedom of American women. With 6,279,568,553 people currently clogging up the planet (figure courtesy the U. S. Census Bureau's World POP Clock, Bush is ready to sign a ban on late-term abortions. Of course, the truth is, he'd be happier to ban all abortions. Today's unwanted pregnancy is tomorrow's voter, after all.
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