One round done . . .

Just finished entering changes from the hard copy of Hastur Lord into the computer. Now to do through it again to catch all the typose and transposition errors . . .

I had to add a little to a scene near the end. It's such a beautiful day, I sat on the porch to write it out long hand. I heard a rustle in the garden below, and saw a small covey of California quail scratching and pecking at bugs. They love the vineyard (which is enclosed in deer fencing, so is especially protected), where the aisles are ideal for dust baths. There's something magical about them.