More editorial slogging yesterday. But it is very, very nearly over. An amazingly productive day yesterday, really. Countless typos and continuity errors were corrected. A couple of new scenes were added. The Red Tree is nearing its final countenance. I meant, yesterday, to speak on the horror of sticky notes. When this began, the manuscript was festooned with 2"x1.5" sticky notes. Yellow ones. Neon yellow ones. On Tuesday, we spent fours hours dealing with fifteen sticky notes. Yesterday, the last ones were vanquished. No more sticky notes. At least not until the CEM (copyedited ms.) arrives, and hopefully that won't be until early April. I think that I'm feeling better about The Red Tree again. It really is, by far, my best novel yet. If you ask me, and I'll note that you didn't.
I can't seem to decide what The Red Tree is actually about. It might be a dark fantasy about a malevolent oak that hides an entrance to the underworld of the ghouls. And it might be a novel about insanity. And it might be a study of unreliable narrators and the inherent weaknesses of first-person narrations. It could be a discourse on the nature of secret histories. Likely, it's all those things.
Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press has given me the green light to announce that the third erotica collection, Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart, will be released sometime early in 2010.
No, that's not the secret project. I'll get to that as soon as I can.
I got an email from Ted Naifeh yesterday and it's been a while since we talked, so that was cool. He's still doing things that delight me. I also got word yesterday that I am still scheduled to be a Guest of Honor at this year's Lovecraft Film Festival in Portland. I can't remember the dates. October, I think. That and ReaderCon 20 (in July) will probably be the only public appearances I agree to this year.
If you have not already, please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks.
A misspelling blunder on my part last night led to the creation of a new word: tyransitiuon. So, I thought I'd post it here and solicit definitions, etymologies, whatever.
It seems as though there were other things I meant to say today, but, if so, they escape me now. There was a little WoW last night. Not much. Shaharrazad and Suraa made Level 62 in Silithus. They're both very unhappy about working for night elves. I'm losing patience with the game, which seems to get harder and harder on solo players the higher you go. That is, it gets harder and harder to find enough quests to advance, and, more and more, I fail to see the point of it all. Got a spiffy new jade-handled katana, though. Okay. Time to finish the coffee.