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And then there are these points along the continuum, when It All comes tumbling down on me at once. Or, at least, that's the way it seems. I'm literally in the middle of proofreading the galleys for Murder of Angels, and my editor at Roc calls yesterday to tell me the ARCs (advance reading copies) for MoA are in a month early. This means that the list of reviewers I was supposed to have another month to put together needs to be in NYC yesterday. And I also have to go over "Waycross" again (there are always things that can be corrected), and then send it to Steve Jones for The Mammoth Book of Best New Horror #15, along with an updated biography and a paragraph about the writing of the story. And I need to contact my publicist about those ARCs and the list of reviewers. And call my NYC agent. And last night I get mock-ups for the cover of The Dry Salvages, and I need to get back to Bill Scahfer with my thoughts on those. And he also needs all the Dancy stories so far, so he can begin to get a feel for that project, the collection of Dancy Flammarion stories. And, really, all of these things need to be dealt with today, when I need to be reading chapters Seven and Eight of Murder of Angels, sans distractions and that nagging sense that I ought to be doing something else instead.

And I'm ever so slightly more depressed than usual, and I think it's the result of rereading Murder of Angels, and all I really want to do is go back to bed and hide in the twists and turns of my ridiculous nightmares.

So, all these things I have to try to do today and tonight. Poppy's coming into town tomorrow, to do a signing at OutWrite Books on Piedmont, and Spooky and I are picking her up at the airport. If I'm lucky, we'll actually have a little time to talk, just to catch up. But I'm not feeling particularly lucky. Regardless, no work will get done tomorrow.

Everything, all at once.

And, on top of that, circumstances beyond my control are conspiring to make it highly desirable (if not actually necessary) to vacate Atlanta for the weekend, so I might lose Saturday and Sunday, as well. I'd planned to finish with MoA on Saturday and then take Sunday off, before beginning "Alabaster" on Monday.

And there hasn't been time to work on updates for Nebari.net or to put Llar'en's neat birthday-clock thingy up on my website or anything of that sort. Or, if there has been the time, there's been no energy or motivation to spare after the hours and hours of reading MoA. I managed to lie on the floor and watch television last night, when I'd have preferred to have been doing something slightly more constructive. I watched Monster Garage and three episodes of The Sopranos.

Blah, blah, blah.

These are not your problems.

I thought that my ruminations on blogs and privacy, or, rather, on blogs and exhibitionism/voyeurism, would provoke more commentary over at the greygirlbeast annex. We always want to believe that our insights are insightful, and that our eurekas aren't old news, even when they are. Or is that only me?

Time to put this thing to bed (too bad I can't go with it), and get on with this trainwreck of a day.

Comments

asru
May. 11th, 2004 05:34 pm (UTC)
Well, privacy and internet communication still befuddles me a little. I was uneasy about it when I first stumbled across the PZB forum, and through that your own forum, and I have to say that it is sometimes a little scary to think that absolutely anyone in the world could be reading the piffle that you just wrote - especially if that piffle is highly personal in nature. I remember worrying about revealing too much about certain neuroses of my own on your forum.
Particularly if you are a private person with regards to your own life, it can be difficult to judge where to draw the line, in order to keep parts of yourself away from the masses. I suspect that if, as with yourself, a lot of people read your journal, it could make you wonder who on earth these people are - are they 'friends'? Why are they interested in you? Do you mind them knowing the minutae of your life? Can you make them go away if they irritate you?
It's also a good way to find like-minded people, though, and I communicate via private emails with a number of people I've met through your forum (does it feel weird that people have formed friendships via your work?).
As for live journals, well, I use mine really to allow people I don't see very often to know what I'm up to, and to read what they're up to. I don't think I'd ever reveal too much about myself on it, and I certainly feel odd about talking about friends on it in case they don't want stuff posted there. My journal is exceedingly dull to 99.9% of the population, but it serves to keep me in touch. I have read a lot of opinions which argue that this is all egotistical - I don't feel that way, I feel it's just as egotistical as wittering about your day over the phone, and is cheaper. Of course, it is more permanent.
Your journal is actually very thought provoking a lot of the time, which is why I read it.
greygirlbeast
May. 11th, 2004 07:02 pm (UTC)
and I have to say that it is sometimes a little scary to think that absolutely anyone in the world could be reading the piffle that you just wrote - especially if that piffle is highly personal in nature.

Which is why I think a good rule of thumb is never post anything to any part of the internet that you aren't comfortable with the Whole world reading. That's the world now and the future world, all your friends and enemies the people you don't know.

(does it feel weird that people have formed friendships via your work?).

Yes.