Yes, I’ve begun the third draft of PEGASUS.  Yes, I’m . . . hmm. . . . A trifle preoccupied about the passage of time.  I mean, the end of May shouldn’t have happened already.  It can’t possibly be June.*  And I’m sure I’ll be saying something similar about the end of August.

            Oh yes, and the first 800 words have changed, although not very much (well, so far.  I could always go back later).  But one of the reasons I stopped where I did last night is because I realised the next paragra