Against many rather distracting odds, I dug out some time for myself and prepared the new editions of Welcome To The Fold and Flight Of The Vajra. Proof editions for both should be headed by way in the next week or so, and if they're good then I'll OK them and have the Kindle editions approved at the same time.
I'm about as weary as the rest of you are of living through history at warp speed. I don't want to numb myself with this stuff, or anything else for that matter. But I've resigned myself to things being nutso for ... I don't even know how long at this point. What I do know is that I plan to devote at least some share of the rest of my breathing days from now on to undoing as much of the damage done as is humanly possible. I mean, I was already doing that to some degree, but now I'm twice as invested in the mission.
Another side note, mercifully unrelated to current events. Working on Vajra and Fold reminded me of something Fred Pohl once said about 2001: a space odyssey being followed by A Clockwork Orange in Stanley Kubrick's filmography: "[I]t appears to be the equivalent of a housewife's soup-and-sandwich meal to make up for last night's prime rib." Vajra was an 800-page footlocker of a book, and Fold was a much smaller, scaled-down, inwardly-turned story. The contrast, now that I think about it, was deliberate. After going big, I wanted to go small, without going boring. If I could help it, that is.
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