4:18 PM, between things, the day is the color of frost on a glass. Near evening -- but not yet. Daylight...but dim. Close to the edit (like the song goes) of the weekend. Thursday. And me? Well I’m slipping back and forth too.
"Bad Animals" is scheduled to appear on the SCI FICTION website on April 4th -- which should be cool because "Deadbeat" is supposed to be published in Aboriginal Science Fiction sometime in April as well. At this between moment, I am moving back and forth, writing this entry and working on a new short story. I also have to get some time in on the treadmill at some point.
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And now, it’s dark.
The new story is moving along nicely. I finished another scene today and firmed up the plot a bit. I have a pretty good idea what’s going on in the story now but I’m still not sure how it is going to end. At this point I’m just focusing on getting the thing written down. I’ll pretty it up in the re-write.
It is warm in here. I took the garbage out a bit ago and the night air was just on the verge of chilly -- sort of hovering between that and a more Spring-like temperature. The stars were vivid and bright. It is more toasty inside. And quiet -- just the tapping of my fingers on the keyboard.
I can almost feel the weekend, waiting to arrive.
--- JWR, 3/15/01
As The Song Goes...
What song? Well, that would be, "Close (To The Edit)" by The Art of Noise.
It's a cool tune. Have you heard it?
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