A chilly grey day here in Providence. It feels like late October.
Yesterday, I did a rather unsatisfying 511 words, and did not find THE END of "Shipwrecks Above." Which pretty much means I have to find it today. Yesterday was sort of a disaster, and I'm amazed I wrote as much as I did.
As we wrap up promotion of The Red Tree, I'm looking at only three additional public appearances in support of this book. They are as follows:
——Tomorrow, 9/12/09, Friendly Neighborhood Comics, 191 Mechanic Street, Bellingham, Mass. 4 to 6 p.m.
——10/24/09, Brown University Bookstore, 244 Thayer St., Providence. 7 p.m.
——10/27/09, South Street Seaport in downtown Manhattan. Still waiting on the details on this one. And it's actually not a signing for The Red Tree, but for Ellen Datlow's Lovecraft Unbound, which includes my story "Houses Under the Sea." However, I certainly will sign any copies of The Red Tree that happen to be on hand.
It is unlikely any additional dates will be added, as I'm just too busy.
Also, I'm very much hoping to sell out this first printing of The Red Tree, in the interest of writing and publishing future novels. If you've not already picked up a copy or ordered one online, please do. And repeat customers are welcome. Think of all those friends and relatives who've not yet fed the Tree.
Day before yesterday, Spooky's laptop came back from the hospital, and last night we finally returned to WoW (after an absence of three weeks). I got my Draenei retribution paladin to Level 37, questing in the Alterac Mountains. Meanwhile, my Blood Elf warlock (Level 70) languishes in Outland. Afterwards, we watched another episode of Pushing Daises, which I'm still finding brilliant, six episodes in.
I think one thing some people failed to understand about Pushing Daises is that it's, essentially, a fairy tale for adults. And, as such, many times things do not happen because they're logical or likely or "make sense," but for no other reason than the fact that they are what needs to happen.