September 28th, 2007


Phew, for a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself

Yesterday, I did 1,230 words on "Salammbô Redux" (despite a grinding headache), and came up with a scene I'm very pleased with. I might be able to finish the story today, but by Saturday or Sunday at the latest. I think it's going to work very well as a sort of postscript to Tales of Pain and Wonder, in a this-is-the-world-almost-decade-later sort of way. Expanding it is not proving as difficult as I had feared. And it only grows more "blatantly autobiographical."

Also, more Beowulf sightings yesterday: Texas, southern New Jersey, Denver, and Portland, Oregon. Add to that New York City, because my agent has copies. Mine are probably, oh, in bloody frelling Belgium by now, but I refuse to go down to Borders and buy a copy just to see the damned thing.

A conversation with my lit agent yesterday regarding ongoing Hollywood business, which is how the day finally ended.

I'm thinking that Sirenia Digest #22 will go out on Sunday. This issue will include my new story "Untitled Grotesque," illustrated by Vince Locke, and a long story/novella by Sonya Taaffe (sovay), "The Salt House." Sonya is finishing up her piece, and I just gave the green light to Vince's initial sketch, so, yeah, I'm thinking Sunday. Sorry for the delay this month. Delivery shall be more prompt in October. I am very pleased to be able to offer another piece by Sonya, as her story "The Depth Oracle," originally published Sirenia Digest #8, was chosen for Best Paranormal Romance #2 and her fiction is always a joy to my polymorphous heart.

Okay. I have coffee. I have keyboard. Here were go...