Monday, August 29, 2005
Most of yesterday afternoon and last night were given over to worrying about what Katrina would and wouldn't do, about whether or not this would be the time that the "worst-case scenario" was finally realized, and, mostly, about Poppy. I was tremendously relieved to learn that she'd gone north to her Mom's in Mississippi, though I know how hard it must have been for her to leave the house and most of her pets behind. I'd be hard pressed to do it myself. I slept on the living-room floor with the Weather Channel on. I almost headed for my mother's house in Leeds yesterday. They're going to catch a pretty good measure of the storm later on, but she wanted me to stay here. So, here I stay. I urge everyone who can to make a donation to the American Red Cross. It's still unclear how much damage has been done to New Orleans, but I think it's safe to say that things are going to be bad.
Needless to say, not much was written on Chapter Eight of Daughter of Hounds yesterday. I managed only 527 words. It was the distraction, but it was also the difficulty of this present scene.
I got an e-mail from a fan in Portugal this morning, who mentioned his friends' inabiliy to access my website from school, which had blocked the site because of the nude photo of me on the front page. I'd really never even considered this. It's not like you can even see any of the naughty bits.
Spooky and I took a break from the Weather Channel last night long enough to watch the premiere episode of Rome on HBO. It was good, though I expect it will get better after a few episodes. I was annoyed at the frelling British accents. I know there's a time-honoured tradition of presenting Romans and Greeks with Brit accents, but it would have surely heightened the reality of the story if, in this respect, there could have been more of an attempt at historical accuracy.
Okay, well, I know this is a rather thin entry, but my mind is elsewhere, and I have pages to write.
1:08 PM
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