Wednesday, February 04, 2004
I wrote quite a lot yesterday. It came bubbling out of me suddenly and I wrote for about five hours straight. I'm getting this chapbook together for Subterranean Press, for The Dry Salvages. I did about 2,300 words yesterday (!), so I should be able to finish the whole thing off today. Many other things need doing immediately, so I'm glad yesterday went well.
I think PlayStation 2 is ruining my life. I may soon need a support group, a rehab programme. I'm entirely out of control.
Yesterday I read more of Magic Terror.
I didn't leave the apartment.
I asked my editor at Penguin for extra time with the Murder of Angels CEM, so I could read through it again, and he gave me until the 18th. Not bad. More than I'd expected.
Which pretty much sums up yetserday.
12:08 PM