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Monday, November 18, 2002 Yow! There's something like six inches of snow on the ground and it continues to fall steadily, though lightly. It actually began sometime in the early hours on Sat., so that when I got out of bed a half inch to an inch lay over everything. It quickly turned to sleet, then rain, and remained so throughout yesterday, a day that turned out to be a good one to remain inside and hibernate. Last night, it reverted back to snow, and the world around here is now white and gray, with traces of deep evergreen peeking out from under snow-covered branches. Kind of mind-boggling, I think, given that Thanksgiving is still 10 days away. Could be worse, though. South and east of here – in Maine, southern Vermont/N.H., Massachusetts – the conditions led to icing rather than snow. As in ice storms. I give groveling thanks to the universe at large for the relatively benign local conditions. So there it is. November 18. One more pelting in the string of early-season peltings November has brought. Two weeks from tonight I'll be flying back to Madrid. Lovely, active, snow-free Madrid, city of tapas and, er, no snow. Meanwhile, early feedback on the novel is good. Received one excited call from someone reading the manuscript, had to get them to wait until they'd actually finished the thing before they began unloading specific feedback on me. They'd apparently reached the end of chapter 7 when they picked up the phone. On an impulse, after the call I picked my copy and zipped through that chapter, which reads pretty well, though I found all sorts of small errors. How do I miss that stuff? I go through a chapter, it looks clean. I put it away for a few days. Next time I take a gander at it, I'm practically tripping over small, embarrassing typos and the like. (This is why people have editors. I need to get me one of them buggers.) rws 11:14 AM [+]
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