Friday, October 03, 2003
I have just, this moment, a few moments before this moment, finished the epilogue of Murder of Angels and typed THE END. So, all the millions of loose threads aside, it's finished, this, my sixth novel. The epilogue's only 651 words long, which seemed kind of short to me, but Spooky declared it perfect. So, there it is. Now I will have a night and a day of rest, and come back to the ms. on Sunday. My NYC agent's off to Frankfurt, and so I won't need to send it to her for a few days yet. Tweaking time. The ms. has come to 555 pages, fifteen more than Low Red Moon.
Also, if you have any interest in my checkered musical past, you might want to check out Sissy, Kat, and Shannon's superb LunarCycles broadcast this Saturday night, 8 p.m.-midnight. Rumour has it they'll be playing the "music box" remix of "House of the Rising Sun," one of the very few surviving DLS tracks. And even if you aren't interested in my checkered musical past, these three can be counted on to serve up a fine feast for the ears, be your tastes goth, etherial, darkwave, dark ambient, industrial, or stranger, finer things. Tune in or starving weasels might eat your toes.
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