Sunday, September 28, 2003
Allergies suck Hynerian donkey eema. It's all these frelling earp spores that my delicate Nebari sinuses have not yet adapted a resistence to, I suspect.
Anyway . . .
Yesterday, I wrote a very determined 1,516 words on Chapter Ten of Murder of Angels. A character comes to what may be a moment of penultimate truth, or only another layer of illusion, or the truth misunderstood as penultimate when it's only a fragment of an incomprehensible whole. You'll have to decide which for yourselves, I suspect.
After two nights of insomnia, by the time I was done writing for the day and read back over the day's pages for Spooky and Jennifer, I was so exhausted that I could, literally, hardly stay awake. I think I was drooling. Jennifer went to get us Mexican for dinner and I passed out on the couch and slept through a thunderstorm. I awoke and the sky to the west had gone startling shades of orange and green, before fading to a Maxfield Parrish sort of cloudscape. After dinner, I listened to a bit of Kat and Sissy and Shannon's online radio show, Lunar Cycles, but finally got so sleepy again I gave up and took a hot bath. After watching King Kong (I so love that film), I fell asleep in front of the television watching Van Johnson and Elizabeth Taylor and Walter Pidgeon in The Last Time I Saw Paris. It's a fine enough film, but can't hold a candle the Fitzgerald story on which it was based, "Babylon Revisted." But I slept a decent seven hours last night and feel much, much better (except for those allergies).
I have this tinked notion that I could pull a marathon writing spree at this point and possibly finish the novel sometime late tomorrow evening. All I need is about twelve to fourteen hours to do it. Keep in mind, I rarely write for more than five or six hours a day, and more usually four or five. And just that much usually leaves me a gibbering idiot. But, with enough absinthe and Sobe, and a few other things, superNebari feats may be possible. Spooky has promised to nurse me along if I choose to attempt such a foolish thing. So, I might try. It would be good to have it done. Like pulling a rotten tooth. Do it fast, and then it's out and there's only blood and pain killers. If I do this thing, I'll post updates, as my brain goes to jelly. We'll see.
Speaking of Lunar Cycles, I'm organizing a Lunar Cycles listening party for next Saturday night, 8 p.m. ET until midnight. If you're into goth, dark ambient, darkwave, industrial, etc. and want details, check into my phorum. You can learn more about the show at this useful link. Now I go write.
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