And today I will have absinthe while I write, fresh piercing or no.
I am desperate for that loosening of the imagination that absinthe often brings me. Though, I'm not really having a lot of trouble with story at the moment, but with words. I have the story in my head (I have several stories in my head), but translating it into mere words is proving difficult.
I think maybe Emmie and Sadie are playing Scrabble, but I'm not certain.
This e-mail from yesterday (or the day before):
I have a quick question and it's nothing intellectual based on your books, so please forgive me. This is purely a curiosity question. I was reading your post today and you mentioned your broken Zero keychain, and I was wondering if this is in anyway related to the Smashing Pumpkins or Billy Corgan? Any of their memorabilia?
Though I am a fan of the Smashing Pumpkins, this was Zero from The Nightmare Before Xmas. His head came off. When I switched my keys over to Grover, I couldn't stand the thought of throwing Zero's head out (his body had already been tossed), so I stashed it in one of my desk drawers. One of those drawers meant to hold writing-stuff that's filled with all manner of distinctly non-writing junk. Some of that junk has been in there since 1994, I dren you not. Anyway, no, not that Zero, the other Zero.
And that reminds me, Spooky and I are still planning the New Zero costume for me, the robotic yeti thing. There's just been so little time for such things.
I suppose that enough for today. I have to try to crack Chapter Three. If I can get a good couple thousand words between me and the beginning of the thing, I can rediscover the lost momentum.