But. There is good news. Yesterday, my lit agent and I accepted a two-book deal with Roc. The first book will be Joey LaFaye (though perhaps under a different title); the second will be a sequel to Daughter of Hounds. I will write the first novel in 2007, and the second will be written sometime in 2008. So, my gratitude to all the people reading this who bought a copy of Daughter of Hounds, thereby keeping me in the game a while longer.
But first, I have to finish Sirenia Digest #17 and #18 and #19, and finish "The Ape's Wife" for the Subterranean Press anthology, and write The Dinosaurs of Mars, and a Dinosaurs of Mars-related short story (more details on this later on). Which means I hardly have time to breathe for the next three months. But that's just fine. Better too much work than not enough.
Speaking of Sirenia Digest #17, I wrote a mere 421 words yesterday. Too much distraction over the aforementioned Penguin deal. I shall do better today, I hope. Of course, and on the other hand, there was a time — up until partway through 2002 ( and Low Red Moon) — when my daily minimum wasn't 1,000 words, as it is now, but only 500.
There's not much else to be said about yesterday. We celebrated the book deal modestly, with a dinner of Indian take-out (beef vinda-aloo, chicken madras, veggie samosas, papadum, and nan). Afterwards, I signed the signature sheets for the hardback limited of Subterranean Magazine #6. I spent the rest of the evening reading. It was a quiet evening. No alarms and no surprises, please.
Postscript (3:26 p.m.): Wow. I just heard Patti Smith's cover of "Smells Like Teen Spirit." Wicked.