Yesterday was ultimately more productive, though I actually wrote less. I did 817 words, adding another scene that Anne suggested in her editorial letter. But this one works without distorting those events that lie downstream from it. Today, more additions (which I always prefer to subtractions, or, worst of all, changes).
Spooky has begun a new round of eBay auctions. Bid if you are so disposed.
As soon as the edits to The Red Tree are done, and as soon as Sirenia Digest #39 is finished and sent out, it'll be time to get serious about writing the re-imagined Joey Lafaye for my next novel. That would be early March, I suppose.
My thanks to David Kirkpatrick for the package that reached me safely yesterday, bearing first-edition hb copies of Ray Bradbury's The Toynbee Convector, A Graveyard for Lunatics, They Have Not Seen the Stars: The Collected Poetry of Ray Bradbury, and The Cat's Pajamas. I had none of these, so it is a welcomed gift.
Last night, we watched Jon Favreau's Iron Man, which I liked quite a lot. I was especially impressed with Jeff Bridge's role as villain. I was in a mood for anti-heroes, fireballs, and giant robots, and was not disappointed. Afterwards, a little more WoW. We've gone back to questing in the Eastern Plaguelands, and are both about halfway to Level 61. And after that, I did a little more with the new Tarot deck, just before bed, mainly concentrating on the Major Arcana. And that was yesterday.