Wednesday, February 26, 2003
After a couple of day's worth of emails between myself and my publisher, those two lost chapters cannot be found. I have the sneaking suspicion now that perhaps they somehow got overlooked, and somehow I put I ticks against them in the "Drafted" column charting the progress of my book when in fact they were not done. I'll only know for certain when I start (re-)writing them.
My editorial contact wants things done by March 15. He also suggested I drop the big properties appendix as he feels the page count is getting out of control. I suggested that the appendix could become a separate book. He said he'd consider it, but that it could also go on the supporting Web site for the book.
During a late lunch break, headed down to The Royal Alex to pick up the tickets I had bought online last night for "Mama Mia". On the way back I dropped into Arcade Coins. Didn't have what I was looking for but I came away with a legionary denarius of Marc Anthony. A genuine piece of history, and minted while on the march. I like this description of it from a Website I found about this coin (especially the last line):
Of one thing we can be almost certain. Since the piece you hold in your hands (or see on your screen) was a "coinage of necessity", it has seen plenty of hard fighting and witnessed events leading up to the demise of the Republic. The person carrying it has on more than one occasion either run at top speed toward or away from another dour Roman carrying a short sword and shield and full intentions of skewering him with the former. It knows all about salt water and aching legs and watered vinegar and worn boot nails. It knows about marching twenty miles and building an entire fortified camp for the night and the hope that the general its owner is following remains alive and in power twenty years from now and settles his weary veterans on a nice piece of conquered land where they can build a town and get on with their lives. In short, your coin has been around and seen some things, great and powerful happenings, world shaping events. The chance that your coin has spent its miserable little life inside some merchant's leather bag, losing a few atoms of metal to wear every time that merchant's purse slapped his donkey in the ass while plodding down some rough road to yet another little town in ancient Cappadocia is probably close to nil.
I hope to pull out the coin for Vanessa and Annie sometime in the future.
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