Yesterday I wrote precisely 1,000 words. I should have done far better, considering I spent almost the entire day in front of the iBook. But I was afflicted by something that I can only describe as "spring fever." The temp here in Atlanta went all the way up to 73F. 73F on the last day of November. The office window was open, and the air certainly smelled like spring (it remained open until late last night). Every little thing seemed to distract me. So, the words came in fits and starts. There was wind and rain last night, and it's a bit cooler today (though not yet cold).
Monday, we have to begin proofreading Low Red Moon for the new mass-market paperback edition, due out August 7, 2007.
Today, before the writing can commence, I have to take care of the last bit of business with Tales from the Woeful Platypus. I do hope that everyone who bought Frog Toes and Tentacles will order this book. I'm pretty sure it's the better of the two. Certainly, it has the surer voice.
At this point, all 21 stories and the one poem in Tales of Pain and Wonder have been adopted for hypertexting. My thanks to everyone involved, all 22 of you. Now, I have to consider how to make the links as unobtrusive to the reader as possible. How they can be plainly seen, yet not so dominate the page that they become distracting.
There's not much else to be said for yesterday. We had a long walk in the false springtime. I played more Final Fantasy XII, and, as I've already noted, fell asleep unusually early. I think we get Byron tonight. Hubero says "hi," by the way.