Arrived at the hotel in time to go to lunch with a small crowd. Mmm, Mangia Pizza. Got back, did a chapter of Escapement, then loitered in the bar with a bunch of very intelligent reprobates (conversation ranged from railroad pulps to the way people read), did meet-the-pros, went to Maureen McHugh’s reading, then had my own. I read “Witness to the Fall”, which I wrote recently and virtually no one has seen.
Breakfast tomorrow with