Saturday, July 26, 2003
Yesterday I did a very respectable 1,425 words. Which was heartening, after what is now being referred to around these regions as The Late and Unfortunate Publisher's Weekly Foolishness. It was nice to bounce back. Boing, boing. This novel keeps taking me to strange and unexpected places. The PW reviewer lamented that Low Red Moon is more "conventional" than Threshold (it's not), but no one will ever be able to call Murder of Angels in any sense conventional. Which is probably bad for my bank account, but what the hell. It's determined to be the book it wants to be, and I've finally decided to let it be just that book.
A couple of days back, I was contacted by Derek Rush, from Dream Into Dust and, more to the point, a side project called Murder of Angels (both on Middle Pillar). You'll recall my vacillation over the title of the novel, because someone brought the band to my attention after I'd settled on Murder of Angels. Anyway, you can learn more about Derek's work at the Dream Into Dust website. It was very cool to hear from him; we seem to be treading a lot of common ground.
So . . . as I write this, twenty-three hundred "peacekeeping" Marines are being positioned off the coast of Liberia. Personally, I don't see any sign of peace to be kept in Liberia.
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