Life has been full of work and stress and illness and cats and more work and heartwarming family conversations and big plans and of course working on the novel, which leaves me not much to say here except perhaps, “whimper,” and “yawn.” Most of what I ate today was brownies. However, we’ve been pretty aware of the anniversary of Clark’s death coming up tomorrow, and you need a lot of brownies on a day like that.
Work continues apace on HMMCotCB. (Working title, “Mud People”). I gave the first 60,000 words to my husband, and he read it straight through in less than a day, altogether. That was very flattering, because no matter how eager he may be to give me positive feedback, nor how biased he may be in my favor, it’s hard to fake blowing through a manuscript that fast. If a book doesn’t pull you in and through, you’re not going to read it in 1.5 sittings.
His actual feedback was pretty positive, too. He urged me not to kill a key character, then said, “No spoilers!” Mwahahaha.
My sense of urgency to finish the book is like a bad rash. Maybe not a poison ivy rash. That would be awesome, because I’d be all, like, standing in the shower running scalding water over my body, pounding the tile, going, “URRRGH! GODDAMMIT! What is Chula’s motivation on p. 147? FUUUUCK!”
But I’m kind of close to that, and it helps. As uncomfortable as it may be.
I have my second rolfing session tomorrow. This one is the feet, and my feet are a mess, as we’ve discussed already, so I’m eager to see that through.
After my last check in on the rolfing, I noticed some more changes, especially in yoga class, so I’m sure I’ll have an interesting update on that tomorrow.
And now my kitten has wandered away, and my laptop battery is running low, so it’s time for me to go to bed.