Tuesday, April 01, 2003
Today's entry will be a thing of random mutterings. I'm not up to much more right now, and I figure you all could use a break from the density of the last two or three entries. I know I could.
Yesterday, I sent the proposal package for Murder of Angels off to New York, and spent a lot of time thinking about the novel, if not actually writing Chapter Four. I also mailed a hardcopy of "Nor the Demons Down Under the Sea" to Steve Jones in Wembley, England. I did write a couple of afterwords for To Charles Fort, With Love. As with From Weird and Distant Shores, there will be a short afterword following each story. I did the ones for "Nor the Demons Down Under the Sea" and "La Mer des Reves" (to read the story online, scroll down towards the bottom of Gothic Net's front page; it's still there). I'm going to make a more determined effort on Chapter Four today. The hardest part is always getting that ball rolling. I'll do more of the afterwords. I need to proof the preface of The Five of Cups again (for the lastest news on TFoC, visit Subterranean Press).
The Crüxshadows' cover of "Ballrooms on Mars" is coming through the headphones, waking me up.
Spyder Baxter's diary is in my head.
Hey, I warned you. Radom mutterings.
The other night, I was lying in bed, trying to get sleepy, about two or three a.m., and I started telling Spooky ghost stories (that is, I started telling ghost stories to Spooky, though, if I do say so myself, some of them were pretty spooky ghost stories). True ghost stories. Weird little encounters from my childhood, and from the lives of my mother and grandmother, UFOs I've seen, a drop of blood from the clear blue sky in Connecticut, things like that. As I began to get groggy, I mentioned a story that Christa Faust had told me in Niagara Falls, way back in May 1997. The day she saw black sticks in the sky over Manhattan. The next morning, I looked in on Gothic.Net and discovered that Darren McKeeman had just posted a written version of her encounter. A touch of meaningful coincidence, enough to give me a little chill. Check it out. Click here.
Oh, and don't forget the cat dentures auction. Actually, I think we have her dentures covered at this point. On to the much needed hip replacement surgery. Maybe it should become the "cat crutches auction."
I gotta go brush my fuzzy teeth.
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