My students sometimes look horrified when they get their script pages back, filled with my red ink. And yet this is the best part of the writing process, RE-writing, and to this end I just printed out the novella and plan to spend a wonderful morning filling my own pages with red ink. I like how rational this part of the process is, compared to the fragility of original creation. It promises to be a good morning.
We have a storm coming. I plan to rake leaves later this morning, maybe starting at 11, and I hope the storm waits for me.
Two good football games tomorrow, Oklahoma-Texas, USC-Notre Dame, and UCLA plays Cal but needs to play a hell of a lot better. Idaho, in which I've taken interest, plays Hawaii.
Visiting for an evening and morning with old friends from L.A. was a battery charge. Damn, I wish I had some friends left in Pdx, as opposed to acquaintances. I have a ton of these. But all my close friends here died or moved away. Mostly the former.
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