Now I have two and a half hours to write before I have to go start my errands for the day (tonight is also Archery Nite, so I won't be home much before 9) and I'm sitting here staring at the next scene of Bone & Jewel Creatures, which is from the jackal-cub's POV, and I have no idea how to get into it. What I may do is go repot a couple of plants that need it pretty badly while I make that tea, and see if working with my hands jogs loose anything in my brain.
Too much stuff on the schedule this week; it's hard to work in the crevices. But working in the crevices is often what life demands of us. Tomorrow, though, I have no plans but a run, which means it's a Work Day all day. And though the weekend will be taken up by a birthday party on Saturday and a trip to Fall River for the monthly D&D game on Sunday, Monday is all mine. Next week, if I can resist the temptation to overschedule myself, looks pretty clear, and a lot of work might get done then.
This novella is cooperating, after a fashion, just slowly and with great deliberation. Which I suppose is all you can expect from a story in which the protagonist is in her 80s and one of the supporting characters is named Lazybones. We'll get there, we'll get there. Stories are long-term projects, after all. still, I'm looking forward to having a whole thing when I'm done, even if it's a whole thing in need of a certain amount of revision. Deliberation and choice are part of the craft, after all. Taking some time to do it right is why we call it craftsmanship.
And now it's