Wednesday, November 12, 2003
Yesterday, we made it through chapters Four and Five of Murder of Angels. It was dark before we were done. Which brings us to Part Two. And I realized, as we were reading, how very personal this book is, moreso than any novel I've ever written, even Silk. As I was writing it, I don't think I was quite conscious how personal the things that I was saying were. I've said before, in interviews, that all fiction carries some degree of autobiography, intentional or not. And it's there in all my work. But this one, I look at it now and I can see that I'm Daria and I'm Niki. Last time around, I was only Spyder. Anyway, you can have no idea what I'm talking about, because you haven't read the book, and won't for some time to come.
My insomnia has been working double-shifts and most of me isn't awake.
Today, I think we will do only Chapter Six.
I haven't been anywhere beyond the apartment since Friday evening.
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