Things have progressed very slowly of late. James has been finishing up his latest book on Francis Ford Coppola, and I’ve been working on a few different things. We finally got it together to have a meeting tonight. We talked Soul Searcher for about five minutes. Then, ahem, we talked about other stuff. When discussing with James what I should write in this entry, he said: “We were both suffering from romantic confusion,” then hastily added, “but not between ourselves.”
We do have a meeting on Friday that may prove useful, however.