Yesterday there was a lot of email, including business with my agent, and we did the final read through on "Night" (I made a few more changes). Lots of work, but I've not written, sensu stricto, since the 29th when I finished Chapter Seven of Daughter of Hounds. So, I should begin something new today. If I'm truly going to wait about finishing the novel, and I think that I am (for all those reasons previously stated), then today I need to begin work on a new short story. No museums, no seedy bars, no afternoon matinees, no internet porn (er...pr0n), no lying around complaining about the humidity all day long. I have to write something. It might be sf. It might not. It might be anything at all.
I've just learned that The Decemberists will be here again on the 29th of September, playing The Tabernacle, and I really, really want to go. It's rare, these days, that a band moves me to a) want to leave the house and b) put up with a crowd of people to see them play.
Has anyone else noticed that Yuna, Rikku, and Paine (Final Fantasy) are, respectively, alternate-reality counterparts of Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup (The Powerpuff Girls)?
I've been meaning to repost a link to the Bookslut interview, just because.
I haven't mentioned eBay in a couple of days, so I suppose that I shall have to mention it now. eBay. These days, it's really helping to keep the bills paid, keeping the proverbial platypus off the streets, allowing me to turn down those lucrative offers to write Star Trek: Enterprise novels, and so on and so forth. So, have a look, please. Bid, if you are so inclined. "Buy it Now" if you're that sort of nixar (or garda). Marvel at our speedy and friendly service. Tell all your friends. And I will sit here and begin a new story, and the world will spin, and Great Cthulhu sleeps, dreaming in his palace in R'lyeh, and all will be well and good and anguilliform. Thank you.