Yesterday, Spooky and I read back over everything that's been written so far on Chapter One of the Next New Novel, about 5,000 words, and then I spent two or three hours tweaking the text, fixing continuity faux pas, and so forth. Today, the chapter moves forward. I also did some more work on the "Best of" ToC, which gets more daunting whenever I look at it. Right now, I've chosen twenty-five stories, but only about seven of them are in for sure. The others are varying degrees of maybe. And even if all twenty-five were included, that would only be half of the book, at most.
About four p.m., I had to stop working, to get ready for dinner Out. Spooky and I drove downtown (well, she drove; I rode) and met Joshi and his wife, Leslie, and another Providence author, Jonathan Thomas, in the lobby of the Biltmore Hotel. We had dinner at McCormick and Schmick's, which was very excellent. We talked of books, misadventures in philately, local history and geography, tortoises in diapers, cats, ball lightning, small presses, trains, and, of course, weird fiction and Lovecraft. At some point, I looked out towards the street and realized the sun had set, and that we'd been talking (and eating) for close to three hours. I do not often get such huge doses of social interaction. I gave Jonathan and Joshi each a copy of The Ammonite Violin & Others. We gave Jonathan a ride home. I think we got back to the House about 9:30 p.m.
Oh, and my thanks to Karen Mahoney in faraway London, for sending me a copy of Mark Salisbury's beautiful Alice in Wonderland: A Visual Companion, which is filled with pre-production and behind-the-scenes goodies from Burton's adaptation.
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And now I ought to wrap this up. I'm still groggy, and have to attend to email, and wake up, and all that rot. I am sleeping so much lately.