Three Cheerful Things

I knocked 1000 words out of Part 3 of the big book this morning. Tomorrow, I can reasonably expect to knock out another 2000. There's this 26-page dinner party that really, really does not need to be 26 pages long. I can't wait to get to Part 4 next week to fix the infamous 40-page parade, whose expository burdens I have since compressed into a single paragraph less than a page long, in which two centuries of frequent, bloody regicide are rendered in the seating chart for a very awkward party. It's such a relief to be making these repairs that I've known for two years now needed to be made.



sporos is in town, as is the Lioness, so the old grad school crowd is in high festivity mode. His comments on my revision progress:

Sporos:
Soon, you'll be rich and famous and I'll be able to hold your books in my hands and say to everyone, look at this cool person who is my friend. Are any of your friends this cool? Why, no!

Me:
Um, it's a good thing I don't need to be rich or famous, because I'm pretty sure holding my books in my hands is at the outer edge of what's possible.

Sporos:
Oh, I never said you needed you to be rich and famous. Your friends need you to be rich and famous. What about our needs?

Me:
Well, when you put it that way...



And now, because all the cool kids are doing it, the What's On Your Refrigerator meme:

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