Tuesday, May 06, 2003
I am not even half awake. We were still going over the CEM of Low Red Moon at midnight thirty last night. To my knowledge, no one has ever used "midnight thirty" before. The copyeditors would be appalled. I should use it often. The whole affair became quite amusing last night. The copyeditor questioned my inclusion of a dinosaur alphabet ("A is for Ankylosaurus," etc.), doubting there were enough kinds of dinosaurs for an entire alphabet. So I wrote out an entire dinosaur alphabet, A to Z, on the page in question. There are, by the way, about a thousand described genera of dinosaurs (only a small fraction of the species that must have actually existed), including lots of Q, X, and Z names.
Spooky's sitting next to me, looking at New Rocks boots online, distracting me, making me drool over sexy boots, sexy expensive boots, when I ought to be bitching about copyeditors. But there are some nice leg shields, that would go wonderfully with my Nebari costume . . .
Anyway. As I was saying. The other high point of the evening was being asked to obtain written permission for song lyrics included in Low Red Moon, lyrics written by the fictional Daria Parker (she of Stiff Kitten, in Silk), i.e., lyrics written by me. I'm currently seeing if I'll cut myself some slack on the permissions fees. Me and I may be able to work something out.
I don't know. I can be a real hard ass about these things.
Or, perhaps I can be a real hard-ass. I'm pretty sure I'm not a hardass.
But I might be wrong.
Yes, I'm in a truly foul mood. Thanks for noticing. Today, my foul mood and I have to type up notes on the fornatting of the Subterranean Press edition of Low Red Moon, do more work on the lettered-edition "extras" for The Five of Cups, and, well, lots of other tedious stuff that isn't writing. It's currently rainy and overcast, but, the way my luck is running, the sun will probably come out soon and spoil everything.
Watch your fingers . . .
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