Saturday, November 01, 2003
November 1st. Lots of other names for that. I think of it simply as the day after Halloween. Except, today, I'm thinking of it as Halloween, Part II. Despite about three hours of make-up to get my ears right and Spooky's horns right, I didn't get nearly enough Halloween last night. So, Part II is scheduled for tonight. Details tomorrow.
Meanwhile, until the sun goes down, I have to be Caitlin again (sometimes I hate that frelling bitch) and Caitlin has to fix a manuscript that arrived in the mail yesterday afternoon, one that a copyeditor already decided to "fix" for me. This time I will not name the publisher or the story. Last time I did that, all hezmana broke loose. I shall only say, as I've said before (and will say a thousand times more), that copyeditors who want to be writers should write their own books, and I'm pretty sure there's an especially unpleasant, agonizing cubbyhole in the afterlife reserved just for them. This one was really ambitious. She/he marked out sentences and wrote new ones in.
You think I make this stuff up?
And I need to e-mail "Mercury" to Subterranean Press.
There are about thirteen and a half hours remaining on my eBay/little monster doodles offer. Any winning bids placed by midnight PST will get a monster doodle (no two are the same!). Of course, "buy it now" works even better. Click here to do the deed.
I think I actually got to sleep sometime around 3 a.m. Frankenstein Must Die was ending on the television or M had just started. All is rather fuzzy. Anyway, this morning, recuperation consisted of two bowls of Campbell's soup, more candy, 88.5's Music for the Prepubescent, two episodes of Spongebob Squarepants, and two eps of Farscape ("...Different Destinations" [3:5] and "Eat Me" [3:6]). I think I need to drink about thirty gallons of water. But first, work . . .
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