Sunday, July 13, 2003
These late night Tomb Raider binges are going to be the death of me. Four hours last night. I will become the poster girl for both carpal tunnel syndrome and bloodshot eyes, just you wait and see. But what can I do? Lara rocks my world.
What the hell was I just about to say? Sheesh. Um, okay, well, I wrote another 1,298 words for Chapter Six yesterday. And this novel just keeps gets stranger. As anyone unfortunate enough to be around during the writing of my novels can tell you, I always say that — It just keeps getting stranger. But this time it's really getting stranger. Of course, they'd tell you I always say that, as well. Regardless, whatever anyone expects of the novel that I write after Low Red Moon (which you, dear reader, have yet to read, of course), this is probably something entirely different. Likewise, whatever might be expected of a continuation of the story begun in Silk, I'm betting that Murder of Angels thwarts those expectations, as well. I don't set out to thwart expectations. It just always kind of seems to happen. Perhaps I am the antithesis of expectation. That would look really cool on a resumé, if ever I have need of a resumé, which I doubt I ever shall. Paleontologist. Novelist. Antithesis of Expectation. Forgive me. My brain is not awake. Oh, I also spent two hours redesigning Nebari.Net yesterday.
I have been told that tomorrow will be a day off, even though Chapter Six is in-progress and the screenplay has been neglected (the next meeting postponed a week, thank heavens). I'm not sure if the day off was Spooky's idea or my own, but there you go.
And because I played Tomb Raider until 3 AM, and then slept an hour too late, and am now forty-five minutes behind schedule, I shall give Dubya a break today, even though he certainly hasn't earned it. I will admit my amusement at his oh-so-casual pardoning of CIA head honcho Tenet. Says Mr. Bush, he considers the matter closed. I'm sure he does. Whoops. Just a little mis(dis)information and I mispoke about Iraq buying uranium from Niger, but, hey, that was way the hell back last October and everyone makes mistakes, right? Anyway, there were all those other reasons to go to war. (wink, wink) No Iraq WMDs in evidence? You're not buying the RVs of Doom? No problem. We'll just retrofit history, put a new spin on this here thing, a little revision here, a retraction, a forgiveness. What's another 107,000 dead Iraqis, one way or another? Nixon was pardoned, after all. They shoot horses, don't they? And everyone lives happily ever after. You tell 'em, George.
Time to floss between my ears.
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