Yesterday, I wrote a rather surprising 1,514 words on "The Sea Troll's Daughter." Today, I have to set it aside long enough to get Sirenia Digest #43 together and out to readers, but I'll be coming back to the story tomorrow.
Only thirty-six days remaining until the release of The Red Tree, and I can only hope the pre-orders are good. And the reviews. And the first six weeks of sales. And so on and so forth.
One of my sf stories has sold for dramatization via a podcast, and I'll give you more details as soon as the contracts are signed.
Not much else to yesterday. I wrote and wrote, and then lay down on the bed to read and, instead, slept for an hour, until supper. I woke to the sun coming in through the bedroom window, so that was nice. Late last night, we watched an absolutely awful sf movie, made for Fox, something called Virtuality*. Not only was it was a piece of dog shit, but it managed to rip off almost every good sf film of the last twenty years. Poor Clea DuVall. I do like her, and I wish she could get better roles.
I want to unplug, please. I want to walk away from the internet and never look back. In the last couple of months, I've become more "connected" than ever, out of necessity, out of desperation. But I'm sick of it all. I want to spend a month without email, or blogging, without any of it. I'm sick of sitting in this chair, staring at this screen. I'm sick of trying, in vain, to seduce the masses. Maybe I'm just sick. I want to unplug.
Instead, I'll remind you that today's micro-excerpt of The Red Tree will be up at greygirlbeast as soon as I finish with this.
* Turns out, it was a pilot for a series. I had no idea, as I saw it via Hulu. Not that this changes my opinion of the thing....