Tuesday, July 29, 2003
I did nothing yesterday. Which is not to say I did Nothing. I wrote about 200 words on Chapter Six and the end eluded me.
Today, I did another 607 words and finally finished Chapter Six. I also spent an hour or so discussing the remainder of the book with Kathryn. I see now how it ends. For a long time I had no idea. That's not unusual. I rarely know what comes at the last, before THE END, until I get there. This novel may have only ten chapters. Silk had fourteen. Threshold had thirteen. Low Red Moon has fourteen. But this novel may have only ten. I have an instinct that says it should be shorter, because it wants to be much, much longer than any of the others. It has Epic Ambitions. I suspect it's misguided in this respect, and I look at books on my shelves that would have greatly benefited by being 500 or so pp. shorter than they are and I think, What a bloody waste of trees.
The screenplay is languishing, and I still haven't finished getting all the "extra" stuff together for Subterranean Press. I feel like I'm juggling a kitten, a chainsaw, and a bag of garbage. I'll leave it to you to figure out which is which is which.
Be nice to me. I need it. Go to eBay and buy something.
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