Sunday, September 14, 2003
Sunday and I shan't be writing today, which I genuinely, and to my surprise, regret. I have to do a photoshoot at the Fernbank Museum of Natural History (the jacket photo for the Subterranean Press edition of Low Red Moon) and then I have D&D all evening at a friend's house. I have my guilty pleasures. See my entry of August 25th, and, if you must know, half-drow/half-blue dragon sorcerer.
I'm listening to Peter Gabriel and Deep Forest and thinking about Hurricane Isabel, her beautiful graywhite vortex, spinning at 160 mph as she heads for land after her long journey across the Atlantic. Yes, I fear the damage she will do, but I can't ignore this beauty, this sublime grace, such power and terror and perfection, nature to remind us that it's still Nature and we're still just apes who learned to make things out of other things. I've been through one hurricane (and several tornadoes), and still I have this admiration for them. Isabel is a godly beast of wind.
I did make it out for Thai and Once Upon a Time in Mexico last night. I thoroughly enjoyed the movie. Johnny Depp can do no wrong and steals the show, as he always does.
Anyway, I'll be back on the book to-morrow. This afternoon I'll visit the Argentinosaurus and Giganotosaurus and frown for the camera. And then the dice . . .
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