Yesterday, I wrote E, F, and G, which came to 1,051 words. Today, I set The Chartreuse Alphabet aside, as I have a meeting at the John Hay Library at 4 p.m., but I'll come back to it tomorrow.
Yesterday evening, it occurred to me that November 1st will mark the fifteenth anniversary of the publication of Threshold (though I didn't actually get my hands on a copy of the published novel until November 15). I feel like I ought, somehow, to mark the anniversary, but I don't know how I would.
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Last night, there was roleplay (well, there is most nights), and then Spooky and I watched Hitchcock's Rear Window (1954), which is very possibly my favorite of his films. It is, to my mind, close to being a truly perfect film. The set alone, that massive, ingenious soundstage, I can just stare at that for hours.
Insomnia again last night, but that's pretty much the norm.