Monday, May 12, 2003
Yesterday was frustrating, as all days concerned with multiple loose ends must be, and to make things worse, the DSL was down all frelling day long. But, this morning, everything's ready for the post office. Low Red Moon goes back to NYC. I'll still have two "passes" with the page-proofs, once the typesetting is done, but that's minor stuff. I did a little more polishing on "Riding the White Bull" yesterday, as well. It was almost like actually writing. That also goes off to an editor today. I'm still not comfortable with the title, but can think of no suitable alternative, nor can Jennifer, Spooky, or Jada (who have all read the story for me). It happens more often than you might think, my sending stories out into the world with titles I'm not 100% certain I like.
Today, back to Murder of Angels. It's been so long, I have to go back and read through it, again. I suppose that's the first step. I may need to read through Silk again, too, though I expect I'll resume writing first.
I'm not sure I have much else to say this morning (it's almost not morning anymore). There's only the work.
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