I've just submitted a book proposal that has been 99% done since this time last year. The final 1% took all year. (My middle name is prevarication.) Still, I caught two bleeding obvious omissions which no one who looked at the draft did.
The series editor is on leave. Bah.
I want to go ahead with this project in some form anyway, even if in twelve or more articles. Details to follow.
I dreamt another novel last night. Actually it was a graphic novel and seemed to be variation on my travel from a to b dream. I also dreamt making copious notes. Alas, however.
On the other hand a week or so back I dreamt a soiree involving
rozk,
kayxh,
lamentables and
abrinsky, followed by a visit to UoK's Templeman Library. As I stood at the desk, being refused entry,
abrinsky turned up with his SWAT team. You knew
abrinsky had a SWAT team, obviously.
* This probably isn't the plural of anti-climax. Nor is anti-climi.