Saturday, October 04, 2003
I have that shell-shocked feeling. It comes after finishing things. After a short story, it's only a faint ringing in my ears. After a novel, it's a veil between me and everything else.
A veil that renders me fairly useless and prone to a particular melancholy.
And looking for what I'm supposed to do next.
There's a very nice review of Low Red Moon in the October issue of Locus. I love it when someone "gets it." So often, they don't and I think that means that I've failed. But when just one person understands, I begin to believe I didn't fail at all, but that there's just an awful lot of dense people in the world. Thanks to Ginger at Writer's House for taking time to type out the review and e-mail it to me. It's the sort of review that makes me smile and regret everything a little bit less.
I'm looking at the ms. box on the floor, more pages of Murder of Angels than there is box, actually. It's not like it's really finished, but still, it's all there. It's like on Monster House, when they come in under the clock and all the major construction goals have been met and the Tiki God fireplace breathes fire and everyone gets their tools, but the decorators still have to come in and make it all pretty. That's what the book is like right now. It's a tad homely. But that's why writers have no social lives.
Last night was "kid night, " o'course, and we had fishsticks and Velveeta shells and cheese and fries and orange soda, and then two scary movies, an indie vampire flick, Habit (1997), and the superbly understated Deliverance (1972). I'm probably the only person on earth who'd describe Deliverance as understated, but there you go. Anyway, somehow I'd missed Larry Fessenden's Habit (he also directed to moody Wendigo [2002]), which Spooky and I both loved. Anyway, I just wanted to take a sec to reccommend Habit. It was a very pleasant surprise. The best vampire movie (sexy, funny, creepy, and a little sad) that anyone's ever made on $60K, and the DVD comes loaded with lots of extras.
After the movies, I read George R. R. Martin's "The Second Kind of Loneliness" (1972). And if you wonder why I've been reading so much Martin lately, it's because Subterranean Press has just done a gigantic (1,279 pp.) collection of his work, GRRM: A Retrospective. Lots of good things all in one place. And, what's more, you could crush a skull with this thing. It's huge.
Anyway, this is supposedly a day off, so I should stop and go do the things with Spooky we'd planned to do. But, tonight, from 8-12 (that's Eastern Time!), we'll have our glasses of absinthe ready and LunarCycles coming through one or another of the iBooks. You should do the same. See yesterday's entry for more details and a handy hyperlink. Wow . . . there are a lot of pages in that box.
Oh, yeah . . . wait. Also, the VERY ABSOLUTELY LAST AND FINAL ARC of Low Red Moon that I will make available for auction is NOW up on eBay. We got them all ready to go out to people and there was (ta-da!) a spare. Who'd a thunk it. We've sold three of these thus far, but this is the last. Really. Anyway, Spooky put it up yesterday.
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