Little To Say

I'm just feeling quiet today. Did well playing last night - memorizing helps!

Days Like These

These are the nice, slow days that make the horribly busy days do-able. I did some typing this morning, and the words came out at a decent speed, but really, really stale and boring. Bleh. This is going to be a difficult chapter to revise.

Fri-DAY! Bout Time

This week seems like it has taken FOREVER. So, I'm taking next Monday off. My hope (as always) is to get some things done that really need to be finished.

Today I'm typing the handwritten stuff from chapter eleven, and of course filling in as I go, because typing is so much faster than scribbling. I'm seriously not worried about the re-write when I'm finished with the first draft, because I've never had a problem with that. I love adding stuff, and usually catch a lot of the stupid stuff. ;-)

A Hard Night Out

We went to see a terribly disturbing play last night - Birdie's first pick in two years and we went on a whim. She promised never to pick again.

My creative juices kicked in yesterday afternoon and I typed for a while. Of course, as soon as I started it got busy in the office. I left feeling hugely frustrated.

I think I may be having trouble because I'm trying to write in sequence. I've never tried that before, and I'm too scatterbrained, as a rule, to do things in a straight line.

So, I'm going to have to skip ahead a bit and go back to the place I'm stuck in. Ironically, I'm stuck in a place I was actually looking forward to writing. Will I ever get this? You know, understand what the hell I'm doing? Probably not.

I Feel Stupid, Oh So Stupid

I feel like killing someone. I feel like going home and hiding under the bed. I feel like a complete failure in every way possible.

Hormone day.

I've warned everyone I see that they should not talk to me or expect anything from me.

Last night I was at the library for a while waiting for Birdie to finish a Master Gardener class, and got some writing done. I don't even care. I just want this day to end, which it will late tonight because we decided at the last moment to go see a play.

New Day

Or, a Monday, anyway. Though it has officially turned to spring, the weather continues to hold out for winter. Seems this one has lasted forever, and I'm really looking forward to things greening up, even though we'll be mowing lawn here AND in the south.

I need to really push myself, and get more done with the book. This lingering is killing me, because I want to see it finished.

Friday, But Not Drowned

It rained for 36 hours WITHOUT QUITTING. It NEVER rains that much here. Except that once fifteen years ago when it rained so much we played a softball tournament on an infield that had three inches of standing water all the way to the parking lot, and I had to dig a two foot hole to plant my foot while pitching because the ground was soft to that deep. Normally around here twenty minutes of steady rain is odd, but it DID NOT STOP for a day and a half.

Still writing. Sloooooooow.