Taking notes, reading, writing, editing: I am surrounded by words. As it should be.

I should be encouraged that there is some enthusiasm for the publishable potential of my work, and I am. I am also somewhat discomfited, as the book in question is but in the early stages of being written. It has, as do the spirits I am reading about, but a body made of air; it has form intellectual, but not yet form material. I shall be discomfited for a while yet.

I am also still behind on many things. To those whose emails I have not answered, to those who I’ve been meaning to call for months — if those in question even read this blog — know that you are not forgotten. I simply haven’t gotten there yet. I’m sorry.