It's five-thirty in the morning in Tokyo and I've been writing all night. Yes, I know, but I never really get warmed up until midnight so it's not like I'm spinning the grindstone fourteen hours a day.

Anyway, I just wanted to note that tonight/morning I conceived of an alien entity that is so cool it makes me shiver with excitement. This is the coolest alien that I've ever even dreamed of. It's unfilmable and barely describable (are those even words?) so I guess that's the screenplay of the book trashed. I don't care. Any true SF fan will quiver at the idea of what universe this alien might inhabit.

Now, of course, I will live in fear that what I believe to be my conception will turn out to be nothing more than a re-hash of a far better manifestation of the idea from someone else's book, film or nursery rhyme. I swear to Dice I have never read anything like this before.