Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Yesterday, I wrote 1,356 words on Chapter Nine of Murder of Angels, and discovered that the chapter's going to be just a little longer than I expected. So, it should be done on Thursday evening, instead of tomorrow. It felt good to get it moving again yesterday. This near The End, an interruption in the flow, in the momentum, is disquieting. My reward for finishing this chapter will be The Order on Thursday and Underworld on Friday.
On September 21st, in approximately five days and two hours, the Galileo spacecraft will end its mission by plunging into the atmosphere of Jupiter, almost fourteen years after its launch from the space shuttle Atlantis, almost eight years after the spacecraft finally reached Jupiter. I think it's healthy, in a looking-forward, exaptive sort of way, to find oneself feeling sympathy for a machine, especially one that's given us as much as Galileo (and reading back, that comment even feels condescending). The wonders she has seen. The wonders we have seen through her. The Jovian atmosphere has been waiting for her all along, calling her down with each flyby. Some things end as they should.
My entries have been running long and I haven't much more to say today. The Low Red Moon ARCs I promised to sacrifice to eBay are going fast, so visit the auction. The photos from Sunday's shoot at Fernbank came back and I found exactly the one I was looking for. The one below isn't that one, but I am very fond of it.
author's photo copyright © 2003 by Kathryn A. Pollnac
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