Blood Dust? Are you still banging away at this? I hope so, and have been thinking about it today.
I'm rewriting (by hand) the opening of Arias in C Minor, and am finding myself taking a huge dump on Phoenix in the process. I guess I'm pretty disgruntled. Still, there's something vaguely satisfying about writing about the rich folks in Scottsdale resorting to cannibalism 7 years from now.