I forgot to remember to forget
A mightily peculiar and disconcerting dream this ayem. If you can imagine The Last King of Scotland crossed with The War of the Worlds, you'll have a pretty good idea.
So, yeah. Yesterday. Not so bad as Wednesday, though, really, mostly spent recovering from Wednesday. I have a new policy. I will no longer even check my email until after the day's writing has been done. So, if you send me an email in the morning, or late at night, you likely will not get a reply until the afternoon or evening. Or a week later. Too many days recently have been ruined by email that has derailed me. I can't allow that to continue, not with these deadlines.
Yesterday, I spent two and half hours finishing the signature sheets for the 3rd edition of Tales of Pain and Wonder (now available for pre-order). Also note that there are still a few copies of Tales from the Woeful Platypus available from Subterranean Press.
After the signing was done, I had a bath, and then read "Reflections" by Angela Carter. I've been working my way through Fireworks: Nine Profane Pieces (1974), trying to keep my head in the writing space. Monday, I read "The Executioner's Beautiful Daughter" and "Elegy for a Freelance." I suspect my favourite story in Fireworks will always be "Master."
Also, I should remind you of the new Stiff Kitten T-shirts available from Ziraxia. Just the way Mort would have wanted it.
Last night, Spooky got dinner from the deli at Whole Foods, and I watched something horrid on TV about the building of tractor-trailer trucks, and we had a walk in Freedom Park. Lots of bats, low storm clouds underlit by the lights of downtown and by the sunset. Later still, I spent a few hours in the Dune sim. And that was yesterday. And tonight we get Byron, which makes the whole damn day easier to think about.
So, yeah. Yesterday. Not so bad as Wednesday, though, really, mostly spent recovering from Wednesday. I have a new policy. I will no longer even check my email until after the day's writing has been done. So, if you send me an email in the morning, or late at night, you likely will not get a reply until the afternoon or evening. Or a week later. Too many days recently have been ruined by email that has derailed me. I can't allow that to continue, not with these deadlines.
Yesterday, I spent two and half hours finishing the signature sheets for the 3rd edition of Tales of Pain and Wonder (now available for pre-order). Also note that there are still a few copies of Tales from the Woeful Platypus available from Subterranean Press.
After the signing was done, I had a bath, and then read "Reflections" by Angela Carter. I've been working my way through Fireworks: Nine Profane Pieces (1974), trying to keep my head in the writing space. Monday, I read "The Executioner's Beautiful Daughter" and "Elegy for a Freelance." I suspect my favourite story in Fireworks will always be "Master."
Also, I should remind you of the new Stiff Kitten T-shirts available from Ziraxia. Just the way Mort would have wanted it.
Last night, Spooky got dinner from the deli at Whole Foods, and I watched something horrid on TV about the building of tractor-trailer trucks, and we had a walk in Freedom Park. Lots of bats, low storm clouds underlit by the lights of downtown and by the sunset. Later still, I spent a few hours in the Dune sim. And that was yesterday. And tonight we get Byron, which makes the whole damn day easier to think about.