Sunday, January 18, 2004
I just looked at the weather for the week. Clearly, Spooky and I should have stayed in frelling Florida. Night after night well below freezing. Gagh.
It's looking like the first part of this year will be consumed by short fiction, which is a good thing. I've got a story to do for a subculture anthology (edited by Nancy Holder and Nancy Kilpatrick), 20K-words of short fiction (probably two stories) for Cemetery Dance's forthcoming Thrillers anthology, a chapbook for Subterranean Press (to accompany "The Dry Salvages"), and another subpress novella. Plus, we have to begin getting To Charles Fort, With Love together, and I've promised Bill a very long new story for that collection. It's good to know that this year I'll have a chance to devote more time to short fiction. I feel like I did so little of it last year. The last two years have been a blur of constant novelizing.
This morning, after breakfast, Spooky and I watched an episode of Farscape ("Avenging Angel") and now I'm thinking we should spend the rest of the day, or a bit of it, at least, out of doors. The high today is forcast at 58F, and it's already 59F. It's likely the best we'll get for at least a week. I may go to the Emory library and look for a few books. I might go to the Fernbank and sit with the dinosaurs and write in my other journal. We'll see. It's tempting to sit in front of the television all day, playing Ratchet and Clank (that's what Spooky's doing right now).
The vacation is now 422 hours and 51 minutes old (my count yesterday was way off, for some reason).
If you still haven't picked up a copy of Low Red Moon (shame on you), you may do so right this very minute, via our eBay auctions. And remember, only if you use the "buy it now" feature will you get one of my ever-popular monster drawings.
The cryosphere is chewing hungrily at my toes, which is what I get for not wearing socks. Ah, well. I shall go find some warmer way to pass the remainder of the day. Ena sn'ial. That's Nebari. It's translates, loosely, as "Until the cold passes," or "Until warmer days," and is spoken upon parting company during the winter months. Not that the cold ever really passes on Nebari Prime, and not like I won't be writing countless more entries before spring, but you get the idea. I hope.
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