jackals, false grails
That's right, the dad-blamed word count actually went down yesterday. I have had to delete lots of old crap in order to write the new crap, and am coming out with a slightly unfavorable balance.
Last night I talked to Marlowe and got the latest news from him and all my other friends who have agents. Apparently "buzz" is critical at this stage. These agents, who of course are all in Manhattan, are going to lunch with other Manhattanites expressly to create "buzz" about my friends. It's a weird thought.
I have to go rehearse for tonight's show, but do check out the Iowablog if you like—we're starting to get things rolling there. And congratulations to Emmons on his betrothal, the sly dog.
