Angel is reading the latest iteration. So is C. in Socorro. I expect that even after all the multitude of editing passes, there will be the odd typo and clunker of a sentence.
The project has turned an important corner: I've mailed off my first agency inquiry letter. Hitting the ball out of the park on the first time at bat is unlikely, but getting Feast to this stage still feels significant. Cross your fingers, but don't hold your breath.
Stormy up here at the 48th parallel. Wet too. Glad I hiked down to the big woodpile yesterday and carted firewood up to the covered front porch. I'll eat breakfast and spend a few hours pounding the electronic pavement in search of regular employment. As if.
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