HOLY CHRIST IS THERE A LOT OF THEM. I've been writing an entry a day for two and a half years, and that means well over seven hundred entries. It's teeeeeeeeeeedious. And a lot of them are, well, they're not good. And I don't mean "not good enough to put in a collection" not-good, I mean "not good by any rational definition of the word" not-good. I don't even remember writing a lot of this stuff, although it's very easy to pick out the ones I wrote when I was drunk. I will be very, very happy to put this project behind me; once I'm caught up I can just update the index daily without having to wade through hundreds of entries. Gaaaah.
Also, I fucking have to get some work done on my crappy novel. It's been laying fallow for quite a while now. It's generally for a good reason, since I've been doing tons of other writing, including some freelance jobs that paid pretty well; but I really have got to get back to it. I've already fucked my deadline for the first draft (end of February 2004), so I want to at least have something to show by summer's end. And I've got a bunch MORE writing to do this week before I can even touch it again. For some reason, one of my editors has been ignoring my e-mails and pitches, which is bad because she pays me, but maybe it's good because if I don't have to do anything for her this month, I can get some work done on the fucking book.