Wednesday, April 09, 2003
Yesterday, the wall returned with a vengence. And the day spiraled into the worst sort of not-writing day.
The only thing I did that was halfway constructive was sign some of the bookplates for Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold. I have to finish that today and put them back in the mail to Bill Schafer. By the way, he says the books will ship next week. Sorry this one has been so dreadfully long coming. I know a lot of you preordered and have been waiting a long time for it. I really do apologize. Two years now since it was announced by Gauntlet? A year and three-quarters? Something like that. Two different publishers. It's been a chore. If you haven't ordered and have any interest in the book, you should do it now. The supply is very, very limited at this point. I think it's all but sold out. And remember, to get the Our Thoughts Make Spirals in Their World CD, you have to order the book directly from Subterranean Press or be lucky enough to have a specialty bookshop nearby that will be offering them together.
Last night I watched Rio Bravo and tried to remember if I'd named Chance Matthews for John Wayne's character. I have no idea. Given her penchant for old westerns, I may have.
I need to write Ryan Obermeyer about the cover and endsheets for the Subterranean Press edition of Low Red Moon. He sent me a lot of great ideas. And I think we're redoing the TFoC author's photos tonight (or maybe tomorrow night; I'm still unclear), since I wasn't really happy with the first set. Another red bath. Joy. I need to call my LA agent. That's today.
I've decided to put the blogger on hiatus until I find a way around this wall and I'm sure it's the right way, and not some dead end, cul-de-sac, switchback kind of affair. So this will be the last entry for a while. A few days. A week. A month. We'll see. If there's any important news or peculiar events, I'll post them. But I can't see the point of this daily report on how much nothing was accomplished. It will be back, before too long, because there's no way I can wiggle out of this writing thing. I'm not allowed to stop.
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