this name, katharsis-purgative
Nice email this morning from the agent, saying she looks forward to reading it and will probably get back to me in a month or so.
Twiddle, twiddle.
Well, in the meantime there's a second novel to begin—family saga about Reno in the fifties and sixties. But that shall have to wait until after Thanksgiving. Just now, there is a rumored $3.99 breakfast special at Café Paraiso that I must see about. These days just melt, and there is no one to watch me melt through them. I think I will remember this fondly, my strange, isolated, idle year.
