Senga has taken Caligula to stay with her parents for a few days. I was invited but I’ve met her parents and we have little in common, I’ve said everything I need to say to them and I hate repetition. We’d just glower at each other all the time and then Senga would get in a mood.
Long evenings spent in sullen silence are fun, but you can’t really enjoy them if there’s someone else there. There’s always that possibility that they’ll try to start a conversation just as you reach the Nirvana of gloomy contemplation, and just before you get a decent hold of that story idea lurking there.
So I have peace for a short while. It’s a nervous sort of peace. I’m still waiting for that contract to arrive for Jessica’s Trap. It might be worth letting the postman know that Caligula is away. There might be something of a backlog of mail waiting.
I have a film-maker lined up to make one of those ‘book preview’ short films but he needs the cover art but that won’t even start to happen until I send back the form dealing with it but that form requires a ‘date of signing and returning contract’ section. It all hinges on the arrival of the contract. The moment that arrives, things start to move.
The publishing business isn’t fast. I already knew that but hadn’t experienced it before. I’m going to have to get used to a different pace of life. Still if there are long gaps between contacts, I can work on that third book.
In fact I’d better get some writing done while Caligula is away. He’s good at disturbing me although to be fair, as he’s growing he is at least learning only to howl at full moons. This makes the peak noise predictable, at least. Which reminds me – it’s his birthday at the end of the month. I’ll have to think of something he hasn’t dissected yet.
Once the book is complete I’ll have to go searching for reviewers. The Horror Zine has already promised one and if I can get anything like the ones here, here and here I’ll be delighted. Well, I’m already happy about those reviews because I’m in that book. It’s a pity all this didn’t happen while Alienskin was active. Oh well, too much good luck in one go can be dangerous.
Speaking of good luck, I have a few days of peace to relax with nothing to disturb the distant groans of the Rarely-Glimpsed Slimy Swamp Thing, the faint rattle of ghostly chains and the far-off shrieks of the Ferals. It’s like the old days.
I’d like to encourage Senga to take Caligula to his grandparents more often, but I suspect they won’t be too keen to make it a regular thing.
They used to have a dog, you see.