Friday, December 20, 2002
I'm a bit rushed this morning, as a techie friend who does computer consulting is coming over at one this afternoon to help us get the DSL up and running.
Yesterday I wrote a great deal. And it was good to be back at work. I did close to two thousand words on the preface for The Five of Cups. I'd say that's a personal record, most words for a single day, but it's non-fiction, so I'm not sure it would count. Anyway, I figure I'm slightly less than halfway through the preface, which I will return to this evening, when said DSL business is out of the way. It's a weird time to be talking about, those dreadful months in '92-'93 when I was writing TFoC.
I dozed off at eleven o'clock (!) last night, watching The Sand Pebbles on AMC (a channel which, having added commercials and forsaken letterboxing, has almost lost me as a viewer) and woke about 1:30 this morning to The Longest Day, at which point I dragged myself away to bed.
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