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Yesterday was absolutely the last day I could afford to spend on editing the 3rd edition of Tales of Pain and Wonder. That said, today will probably be the actual last day I spend editing it. We made it all the way through the typescript yesterday, dealing with the hundreds of edits that Spooky was uncertain how to handle. Today, she's going to check over Peter Straub's afterword and Doug Winter's introduction for formatting problems. I'm going to write a new author's preface, and go over the indicia page, the publication history, general formatting throughout the ms., make sure all the ellipses are right, run the highly unreliable MS Word spellcheck over the whole thing, and probably attend to a number of details I can't think of right off. Then all that will remain to be done is expanding "Salammbô Redux" by about four or five thousand words, and it will do done. I have resolved this will be the last edition ever of this collection. There might be future printings, but this will be the final new edition.

I don't think there's much else worth saying about yesterday. I did not get back to work on the screenplay. The editing left me too tired for more than a short walk, and still I was awake until after three a.m. I know people who draw a distinction between physical and mental exhaustion, but for me they seem to be one and the same. My mind wears this blasted meatsuit to a frazzle. I saw something just now, a new study concluding that insomnia increases the risk of heart attack. I will not point out that a conflicting study a few months back found that insomniacs live longer. The way I feel right now, a heart attack doesn't sound so bad.

And I see I have not had a day off since September 9th, which was...fifteen days ago.

Ah, but I did get a nice email from John Glover, which contained this interesting bit about "Little Conversations":

"Little Conversations" was a completely different kind of pleasure. As you've said, it's "blatantly autobiographical," which is refreshing. Often fantasy authors put their own life through so many filters before it winds up on the page, it might as well not be there. It's nice to read something less filtered. It leaves me a little uncomfortable commenting on the story, as if I were commenting on your life, but if all good fiction's ultimately autobiographical, I guess that's the name of the game.

If you have not yet read "The Ape's Wife," you may find it here.

And now, the platypus will have herhisits way with me. To paraphrase Ms Woolf, "a woman must have stimulants and a platypus of her own if she is to write fiction."


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Sep. 24th, 2007 04:53 pm (UTC)
"The Ape's Wife" was really cool. Another story to add to my "Alltime Caitlin Favorites" list. I'd say it's somewhere between "Onion" and "Paedomorphosis."

BTW, I hope you're ready to suffer. And I mean suffer. I'm almost done with "Trois Freres" and have already begun work on "Goodnigt, Antarctica." In it, you are somewhat fictionalized as a paleolinguist rather than strictly a paleontologist: you got your doctorate in reading and translating millions of years worth of Elder One scripts, Linear A through Linear C, Bi-dimensional 1 and 2, and the hardest of all, 5-D. Have fun translating nearly a billion years worth of Elder history! :)

Ohyeah, and one of the other characters, another linguist, driven half-mad by telepathic contact with Cthulhu years before R'Lyeh surfaced, is named Robert Scarborough. In fact, all of the characters are named in some fashion or another after characters in your works! Anna Ki, Sadie van der Huisen, etc. The "self-contemplating shadow" even makes an appearance...though now it's called the Maintainer or something like that.

Anyway, consider this my tribute to your entire oeuvre.
Sep. 24th, 2007 05:16 pm (UTC)
The John Glover?

Sep. 24th, 2007 06:44 pm (UTC)
Er, sorry to disappoint, but...
Sep. 24th, 2007 06:49 pm (UTC)
Awesome! I loved you in Gremlins 2. ;)
Sep. 24th, 2007 07:04 pm (UTC)
Why thank you! I miss those little green guys... These days it's just "Superman Superman Lex Superman Jor-El Blah Blah Blah..." What about me? What about the John Glover who has spent his life learning to really inhabit evil? I've been the Prince of Darkness, for crying out loud!!! At least the gremlins weren't conflicted.
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