Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Tuesday, right? Yeah. That's what I was afraid of. I was at the iBook ten hours straight yesterday, writing and the damnable business of writing, and then came back for more after dinner. Somewhere in there I wrote the fourth beginning of Chapter Ten of Murder of Angels, the 1,025 words that are the correct beginning of the last chapter of the book. With luck, that will be the last roadblock.
Thanks to Michael (Katmir) for the kindest letter, and to Setsuled (Leh'agvoi) for encouragement (again). Thanks to Gregory for understanding what I was trying to say about hurricanes, and to Jeff, who knows about contempt and phoenixes. My gratitude to Chris for a line from an Oingo Boingo song and for making me feel a little less like I'm talking to myself. And to Jackie (jackie) for a head's up.
Last night, as we were getting ready for bed, Sophie (da cat) went out for her midnight constitutional and bug-nibbling and she and Spooky met up with a possum in the backyard. It's so weird to have wildlife, after all those years in downtown Birmingham. Sophie wanted nothing to do with the possum, who, in turn wanted nothing to do with Spooky, and all parties retreated to their respective corners.
Last night, I took a break from fiction and I read "A beaked herbivorous archosaur with dinosaur affinities from the Late Triassic of Poland," by Jerzy Dzik (Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology 23 [3]). Silesaurus opolensis, ah, what a beautiful little beast. If ever I could write a single sentence with the poetry of this animal's sacrum and skull! I'm not sure that even Faulkner or Eliot ever managed such a feat.
The auction of Low Red Moon ARC #2 is over. I will auction only one more copy, which I'll put up this evening (here). After that, you'll just have to wait until November. Also, Spooky's experimenting with the Species of One Shop at CafePress.com. Right now, we have a t-shirt and mousepad, and she'll be adding a Nar'eth lunchbox/purse very soon, and "Species of One" bumperstickers.
And I think that just about does it for this morning.
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