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Yesterday went extremely well. I did 1,742 words on Chapter Four of Daughter of Hounds. Now it's time to backtrack and rework and expand the first scene in the chapter. I'm not sure how much work I'll get done on it today, however. Yesterday, I rescheduled the meeting with Marvel for today, and I'll also be having dinner with Poppy before her reading at OutWrite Books. She's picking the restaurant, of course. This is going to one of those times when the vegetarian thing is especially hard (Spooky and I have been staying clear of restaurants for the most part since the End of Meat — it's sort of like being a reformed alcoholic and staying out of bars). Anyway, I've not seen Poppy since she was in Atlanta last year, so I'm looking forward to it. But, first, there's work, the writing, and I have to talk with Marvel (because I didn't do it yesterday), and I need to speak with my agent, and I need to speak with Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press.

We had another nice walk in Candler Park yesterday. No more golf balls, but there was a "herd" of robins, a chipmunk, and baby raccoon tracks in the mud. There was also an hilarious bit with a mockingbird trying to immitate a crow. After Mythbusters, I spent about an hour on, working on the "extras" for Prophecy. This would be coming along faster, but most of the files I need weren't on my iBook, though I'd thought they were, and I had to have Leh'agvoi e-mail them to me. I got most everything uploaded last night. Now I just have to layout the pages and upload those. All in all, yesterday was marked by the sort of productivity I need six days a week, three hundred and thirteen days a frelling year.

It's cloudy today, but still warm.

After Poppy's "I am not a liberal!" pronouncement yesterday, I almost feel the need to proclaim that I am a liberal, dyed in the wool, card-carrying, and so on and so forth, the sort your morning talk-radio host warned you about. Then again, it should be fairly obvious from the things I write and the things I say in this journal. No need to recount the particulars. I don't tend to think of it as "liberalism," though. I tend to think of it as common sense. There is, of course, nothing common about it. If there were, we'd not have a turnip for a President.

Gotta run. Maybe I can still squeeze in some writing today.

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