Tuesday, December 17, 2002
What a very peculiar day this has been. I've pretty much completed the editing on TFoC, and now have only the intro and endnotes to contend with. But that's not the peculiar part. Early this afternoon, I opened up a box of mss. that had been packed away in storage for some time, looking for the earliest existing draft of TFoC. I found it, and loads of notes and letters and things, going back to June 1992, that I thought had been lost. I spent about an hour sorting through them. Some of it will, no doubt, appear in the lettered edition of the novel, as extra goodies. Mostly, it was just extremely weird, handling all those old papers and envelopes. Smelling them. Thinking, When I wrote that . . . over and over and over again. Strange little notes that the me of then had left for the me of now (and whatever me may come to be in the years ahead). Anyway, it's all left me feeling quite odd. Oh, I also had to get a new biography written and off to the oragnizers of the ICFA.
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