Anyway. My writing wisdom of the morning, from reading, is that it is extremely risky to have a prologue that is substantially different from the rest of your book in style, setting, characters, etc. The reader may imprint on the prologue and spend the rest of the book annoyed that you're telling a rather different story now.
On the other hand, the annoyance led to notes for a couple of short stories that I hadn't known were related before, but now I know they are. So that's good.
In another few minutes, markgritter and I are going to go shopping for curtains. I don't know about him, but I'm just thrilled by this prospect. I am beginning to see the up side to indefinite amounts of procrastination. In the house of the future, I will be able to program the windows to go opaque from one direction, or I'll be able to program the nanites to make me curtains overnight out of the Roomba's dustbin.
Of course, then my curtains will smell like hair and dirt and dog treat crumbs. Ah well. These things happen when you leave things to the nanites. So I guess we'll go curtain shopping.