Wednesday, October 13, 2004
First things frelling first: This whole affair about Nancy Kilpatrick's new book, The Goth Bible, and Barnes and Noble. As I've already said in the comments section to my second post yesterday, I was only relating information provided me by someone who ought to have known what she was talking about. But it has become quite evident that Barnes and Noble stores outside of NY and CA are, in fact, carrying the book. You can even order it on the B&N website for 10% off (click here). And frankly, that's all I know.
Yesterday I thought that the words would never come. I sat and stared at the screen and the screen stared back. I paced. I cursed. I prepared to give up, go to a bar and get drunk. Finally, I took something (not absinthe; something a little stronger) and sat down in front of the stereo, which I cranked up really frelling loud. And I just sat there for about forty-five minutes, trying to lose myself in the music, looking for the storytelling place, the word place, all the requisite moods. At times like this, music is my saviour. At other times, too, but especially at times like this. Slowly, I relaxed, and when I went back to the iBook I had a better command of focus and concentration. And I wrote four hours worth of words (1,201, to be precise) in only about two hours. The first section of the prologue is done, some 2,505 words (or twelve pages). And I see now that the prologue's structure, which had eluded me, calls for six subdivisions. One down, five to go. Finally, I feel as though Daughter of Hounds has begun. Now, I just have to keep it on track.
If you haven't yet picked up a copy of Murder of Angels, I hope you'll do so soon. With luck, the sales figures for the book's first period will be as good as Threshold's were. It's entirely asinine to have to worry about this crap, but worry about it I must if I am to continue to write and publish books, pay my rent, eat, and play videogames. Also, if you're buying from Amazon, I urge you to please pick up a new copy, not one of the used or "new used" they allow people to sell via Amazon. I just keep asking myself, how deep must Amazon's ass be to accomodate it's own head so well?
I got my comp copies of Steve Jones' new anthology, The Mammoth Book of New Terror yesterday, which reprints my story, "Andromeda Among the Stones." It also includes stories (some new, some reprints) from such authors as Ramsey Campbell, Brian Lumley, Neil Gaiman, Graham Masterson, Karl Edward Wagner, Tanith Lee, Michael Marshall Smith, David J. Schow, and many others. Check it out.
Last night, when I probably should have been reading, I played a few more hours of Sudeki. I can't for the life of me figure out why X-Play only saw fit to give this game a 2 (out of 5). I'd have scored it higher. Last night, with the help of Buki (swoon), Tal, Allish, and Elco, I kicked undead, zombie, cyborg werewoluf eema, acquired various mystical doodads, talked to a creepy vulture dude and a god, returned from the Shadow Lands, and pissed of the Queen of Illumina (who's a bitch, if you ask me). Now, Buki and Allish are off to Transitia to get more crystals for Elco's defence weapon thingy. Oh, and Spooky seems finally to have reached her Morrowind saturation point. She's talking about finding a vampire to bite her, in hopes that maybe something interesting will follow.
Okay, I've prattled on long enough. Time to make the doughnuts.
11:45 AM
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