New Words: 171
Total Words: 50,826
Pages: 227 or so
Reason for stopping: Ehn. I'm putting this sucker back on hiatus until it wants to be written and I figure out what the hell is going on with the ghost of Bugsy and the ghost of Howard. After all, it's not, as truepenny would say, as if I have a bus to catch.
Mammalian Assistance: Ollie hiding under the bookcase. The dogs informing me that dogs have not been fed in this century, and would I please do something about that? Marlowe sitting *in* the plastic bag my sushi came in. Marlowe washing Signy's ear whil she tried to look dignified.
Stimulants: Newman's Own extra virgin lemonade, with sliced fresh ginger.
Exercise: Dancing around the office to JJ Cale
Mail: Sale! *pompoms* (see last rock)
Tyop du jour: nothing
Books in progress: Ed Sanders, Tales of Beatnik Glory , Nancy Milford, Savage Beauty; Bruce Sterling, Heavy Weather, but I'm going to try to finish that last one tonight.
Other writing-related work: Page proofs FedExed back to Bantam, stared mournfully at nonfiction article edits for Reflection's Edge
Yevgeny Yevtushenko, "Babi Yar"
They're coming here?
sounds of spring:
Come then to me.
Are they smashing down the door?
The wild grasses rustle over Babii Yar.