Earthlight gleams within
crescent embrace: new moon shines
in the old moon's arms.
New Words: 6
Total Words: 49, 361
Reason for stopping: Never actually started....
Mammalian Assistance: Marlowe is sitting on the page proofs, because I made him move off the mouspad, and Ollie is being old and bony beside the laptop.
Stimulants: mint tea, Russian Caravan, club soda
Mail: Rejections from Strange Horizons and Interzone, leaving intact my string of never selling to the same market twice.
Tyop du jour: "views creen" It wasn't mine, though, but my compositors--still, I'm starting to think it's some sort of rarified sfnal technology, like a droud or an ansible. "Pass me the creen, Bob?" "The views or the Phillips' head?"
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory , Nancy Milford, Savage Beauty; Bruce Sterling, Heavy Weather
Other writing-related work: Done with the galleys of Scardown. I hate reading my own work in print. It always looks so very inept to me, even when, intellectually, I know it's not.
But that means tomorrow is a post office day....