Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Today went very well, reassuring me that Monday and Tuesday weren't a fluke and that the words will keep flowing for a while. I did a very respectable 1,478 words on the new story today. It still doesn't have a title, but it might by this time tomorrow. Kathryn and Jennifer like the piece, and I think I do, too. I listened to Emiliana Torrini all day while I wrote and my nose dripped and the cryosphere, reactivated by a cool snap, made my toes and fingers ache.
I'm afraid I'm too wasted to write a decent entry.
Thryn put up five of her favorites from the second photo shoot for the dustjacket of The Five of Cups. You can see them on the dubiously titled "Pictures of the Week" page. I'm fairly pleased with them. There was something else I wanted to say, but I can't for the life of me remember what it might have been.
I'm going to go lay on my face now.
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