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.
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