Ahh

So I think part of my problem this week is that I'm quite stalled on a big rewrite project. There's only a very tenuous path between the section I've been working on and the section I still need to do, and I'm stumbling around in the dark in the fog in bare feet...

I've decided (and this seemed to alarm John!) to counter this stall by dragging out an even bigger rewrite project until the first path becomes more illuminated. This decision and a nice long bath with the third book of Robin Hobb's Soldier Son trilogy has eased some of my fuzziness. My office smells like dusty pages and baby powder, and I have 700 terrible, terrible pages of old novel to go through.

No more excuses, part 79

We have tried a lot of arrangements in this house. (I think I have this notion that if we could just find THE arrangement, all of my unproductive moments would magically vanish.) But this one, this newest arrangement, it actually might work. I actually might work!

Em is coming home from a long visit with Dave in Missouri. When she gets here, we will -- hopefully -- have the basement studio apartment (sort of) all set up for her. Her bedroom set, her computer area, her piano keyboard, a tv area. Daniel and Christina had a good setup down there, and she is only half their size.

And John and I will each have a work office upstairs in what have been bedrooms.

I'm typing this from my desk upstairs. It's very exciting.