And then I had a conversation a couple of days ago about a feature film I'm meant to be directing, which seems to be edging rather close to reality. And, as Dave McKean pointed out, I ought to direct something first. Partly as a gentle way in to the process, and partly to make sure this is not an enormous mistake. So I pulled the script for the short film from the dusty and cobwebbed place on the hard disk where it was resting and sent it to a couple of friends who could help me get it made. It looks like I'll need to find a couple of weeks between now and the end of the year to make my small film... I'll try and keep a running account of what happens up on this journal.
Boxes and boxes were waiting for me when I got home -- all sorts of fun things, including the Finnish edition of "American Gods", and two bushels of Harelson apples. (Bought from a local place. This was not a good year for my apple crop, but I plan to pick, well, both of them tomorrow.)
It seems like when I went down to Madison it was late summer, and now it's autumn. Turned on the basement furnace today. Tomorrow, if it's not raining too hard, I'll harvest the pumpkin crop (there are lots of them, mostly rather strange things bought from Amsterdam airport). And plant next year's garlic crop.
I'll also do the finished draft of the story for the Little Lit anthology, for Gahan Wilson to draw.