This afternoon was the latest ROLT event. Titled "Boo! said the monster," it was devoted to scary stories. Nine people came, though one left early. Moira and I walked to Butler's Pantry and back. (She considered reading a passage from The Woman in Black, but the noise got to her.)
I read the George Orwell essay "Decline of the English Murder"; Shirley Jackson's "The Lottery"; and Edgar Allen Poe's "The Tell-Tale Heart." (The others thought I read the last story quite well.)
Next month's event will be about children's writing. December seems like the right month for that, what with Christmas being close at hand.
Afterward I felt unwell. John and Kathrine brought dinner over but I only ate a little and went to bed quickly.
I don't usually run short, but my mind is going blank just now.
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