October 29th, 2008


Hoo boy


I stayed up to watch both Kolchak movies (THE NIGHT STALKER and THE NIGHT STRANGLER). Verdict: the first is much stronger. It's genuinely frightening in places and gloriously cynical. It also has much stronger characters. Even Kolchak himself was much more toned down and believable (somebody remind me to post about the tendency of characters in a series to become caricatures of themselves as the series goes on).

Which isn't to say THE NIGHT STRANGLER wasn't fun. Sure, the secret, undiscovered part of the Seattle Underground was preposterous to the point of hilarity and the show's tendency toward ominous voice over while beautiful women walk down lonely, dark streets was already getting old, but it's still full of strong characters and genuine tension.

Unfortunately, that meant I didn't get to bed until midnight on a day when I woke at 5 on too little sleep. Salad Eater roused me this morning with "Aren't you going to work?" and I realized I had ten minutes to dress, grab the library books I need to return and sprint for the bus. (Ouch. Knee.)

No writing this morning. No coffee. No food. When I arrived at the office, not only was there no coffee ready, the entire machine was disassembled. I can't drink from a disassembled coffee maker, people!

And I'm heading to the UW Bookstore at the end of the day to hear suricattus read. So... busy.

Not only that, but my editor sent me a note yesterday asking for dedications or acknowledgements for Child of Fire. As I was on my way to a dentist appointment (Mango Eater was getting one at the same time) I couldn't work on it. I still haven't sent it. I suck, and then some.

Now to get back to the job I'm supposed to be doing.

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Just got home (with excellent busma: U district to Ballard to Magnolia in 40 minutes!) from suricattus's reading at the U Bookstore. She read a scene set in a Starbucks--what else when you're visiting Seattle?--and showed an amazing amount of grace and confidence standing at a podium. I don't think I could ever look that comfortable standing in front of people.

I also picked up a full set of Retrievers books, which she kindly laid out in a row and wrote one big signature across the whole bunch. That's cool.

It seemed that several of the others there knew each other well, so I kept my mouth shut (which is for the best, really). The friend of mine that was supposed to meet me for dinner and come along stood me up, but that was Director, for those of you who've been reading this LJ a long time, so I half-expected it, just as I half-expected the apologetic email he sent just a little too late.

Anyway, she'd asked us to bring friends, and I totally fell down on that end (other friends were out of town or tied up in tech rehearsals).

And I did not speak to Duane, the tall guy who handles the sf/f section at the store and schedules the readings, even though I have been specifically instructed to do so. Next time, mebbe, when he's not among friends.

Oh, and I have to write the acknowledgement page for Child of Fire before I go to bed. First step is to shoo Salad Eater into the bedroom so she'll stop talking to me. Second step is to close LJ and get to work.

Happy day before Halloween. I'll try to find another decent creepypasta for tomorrow.