Dear Diary

In the Delia Bacon book I've finally gotten to her letters between Emerson and Hawthorn, she's definitely experiencing the weight of her discovery and work, and then got news from Emerson that he lost part of her MSS. We'll see how that plays out.... The novel is coming together. It's so strange how work set to, with time, takes on a life of its own, I'm presently living the life of a writer who is entranced by what years of work can become.... Present politics and an admin getting people used to doubt about due process.... Still trying to get professors to sponsor an open student convention as the proper path of resistance.... My muse, my muse, my muse; hoping that some way some how the lightbulb goes on for her. If I had to take it to Vegas, the safe bet is that she can't wait to hear I'm dead. Time will tell.