Made it to the end of chapter one this morning, having cut about 4 pages total. Added a new final line for the chapter that sets up a new sub-plot that I'm really looking forward to fleshing out:

At last, I reached Worrell's unmoving, prone body, and I knew that the man was not getting up; I knew this as surely as if Mack had predicted it. The All Nations head coach was dead.

His ghost would begin haunting me the very next day.

Nothing too overtly horrific there, just something fun to play with and to mess with my narrator's head for about 20 chapters...

And tonight I get to read over my Paper Cities proofs for my story in that killer anthology. Can't wait to get a copy of this lovely looking book -- what a lineup of authors. Later!