In the afternoon, Kevin and I looked at a few more houses. We liked one of them, a little south of Van Buren on Campbell -- it's an actual house, with a basement and a yard, in the city, for the same price as we'd be spending on a townhouse or large condo. So that's pretty unusual and good. The problem with it is that it's in an area that's fairly undeveloped right now, so there are no bookstores, cafes, or restaurants in walking distance. Plenty a short bus or train ride away, but still. I waffle. One nice thing about it is that it has lovely high cathedral ceilings on the second floor; other than that, it's architecturally uninteresting, and we'd probably want to redo the kitchen and the floors. But we might be able to get them to knock enough off the price to make up for that. It's a possibility. Right now, it's probably my second choice, after a triplex townhouse in Wicker Park. But there are many more places to look at...
Today, I write. Tomorrow, I write. Sunday, I write. Monday, I have lunch with Farah, and otherwise, I write. I've fallen behind, what with the cold followed by the night of not-sleeping (I slept ten hours last night, and woke up feeling just fine, finally), so to keep to my schedule, I need to revise Part III by Monday, revise Part IV by the following Monday, and revise Part V by the Monday after that. I'm trying to finish this draft a few weeks before I leave for Sri Lanka, in the hopes that Marjorie might actually have time to read it and give me feedback before I leave the country for a month. We'll see if that happens. It's pretty clear to me that I'm going to need to at least one more major revision after this, just to get this book to have the density and richness I want from it. But it's starting to feel far more coherent and whole. Now I just have to put my head down and work.