Wednesday, January 21, 2004
Yesterday, I received an fan letter — an actual written on paper letter, in an envelope with a stamp and everything — from a mortician in Chicago, who did his Master Thesis on Lovecraft. It heartens me to have such readers.
The vacation? The lull continues. I've been working on odds and ends all morning long, not actual writing, only that nagging peripheralia that is spawned by being an author, and the day may go on like that. And with the arrival of the CEM imminent, and considering it's going to need to be back in NYC in early February, the vacation may be over, whether I'm ready or not. The next day or two will tell.
Outside, the day is so bright, despite the cold, I don't want to waste it sitting at the iBook.
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