Wednesday, May 14, 2003
I'm listening to a VNV Nation remix of an Apoptygma Berzerk song, loudly through the headphones, wondering how long it will be before I break down and buy an iPod, and wishing I could have stayed in bed today. I just have a feeling it's going to be that sort of day, the sort that, at it's end, would have been better spent in bed.
That said, I did write 1,079 words on Murder of Angels yesterday. That's the start of Chapter Four, and the first I've written on the book since I finished Chapter Three on January 24th. That's abominable, I know. Unforgivable. I could point to all the other things I've written and edited in the interim, but that would be both pathetic and entirely beside the point.
Another 1,000 words today, minimum.
Also, I have to choose between two different enlargements of one of the "blood bath" photos that will be used with TFoC. They're enlargements of the same photo, but one cuts off just below my navel and the other just below the my crossed arms. This indecision is a fine example of my incurable vanity and narcissism. My clone would be my ideal lover. Maybe in another life.
I'd settle for an android replicant. No, wait. I'd just envy it to the point that I would soon come to hate it. Never mind.
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