Tuesday, July 08, 2003
Tuesday morning and the Roc proofs for Low Red Moon are still spread out across the floor of my office. This is the proofreading that refuses to end. But as soon as I get all the pages back into order, Spooky will take it to the p.o. and the damned thing will be gone. Then there's only the first half of the Subterranean Press edition to proof (we did the second half as we were doing the Roc edition; unfortunately, it arrived too late to sync them up perfectly), but I think Jennifer's going to do that, so I can get on with Murder of Angels. Rogue called this morning from Denmark. I was asleep. It was 3 p.m. in Kopenhagen, but only 9 a.m. here in Atlanta. The world turns and we miss each other. As it stands, I'm asking Roc to give me more time to work everything out with the epigraph. If all else fails, the Roc edition will use the two lines permitted by "fair use,'" and only the Subterranean Press edition will include the complete epigraphs.
I have to assemble about 50 pp. of "extra" material for the lettered edition of Low Red Moon. This is the sort of stuff that made up Trilobite: The Writing of Threshold. I expect I'll mostly use excerpts from the blog, with some of the notes I made in November and December 2001, before beginning the novel. I wanted to do an essay, "Finding Innsmouth," but I won't be ready to write that until later this summer, which will be too late for this book. So I'll write it anyway and maybe it'll wind up as an afterword for To Charles Fort, With Love.
With luck, lots of energy drinks (liquid crack), no sleep, and my reliable fear of failure, I may survive July.
Today, I mean to begin Chapter Six. I meant to begin it two days ago.
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