Well, anyway, the working title is "Yobbos," but I'm not sure if that's going to end up having the correct connotation so I might switch it up for something else. I like what I have written so far but the scene transitions have been awkward at the best of times, which means Draft #2 is going to have to pull its weight in the rewrite process. Not that I'm anywhere near the end of Draft #1. The familiar, distressing, glorious sensation of being right on the edge of something new is there, which means nothing but it's sort of the literary equivalent of tantric self-absorbed orgasm.
While shopping for bon voyage gifts today, I picked up copies of Samuel Delany's Driftglass short story collection (including a complicated short story Matthew had mentioned and raved about while he was here) and, also, Phillip K. Dick's Ubik, which is a long sought book that finally appeared as manna from Heaven. As well, I found a Shirley Jackson novel about a haunted house and a paranormal investigator. I have rather a long road ahead of me.
I nearly picked up the twenty-five dollar vintage hardcover Wonder Woman essay / reproduction book, but I abstained.
As a side note, Samuel R. Delany - he who is known for his radical stance on pornography - wrote Wonder Woman comics during the tumultuous Seventies Relevance period when she was depowered and turned into an Emma Peel clone:
