Smackdown

Man. Today was tough. The excitement from yesterday was kind of missing this morning. I'm not sure if it's due to lack of sleep (Born Dancin' was up in the middle of the night for unknown reasons, and I am the Baby-Minder General at night), or depressing news stories I read this morning (I probably shouldn't read the news at all before I write), or annoying school matters that keep haunting me (in the form of student e-mails asking why they got the grade they inevitably did). As I'm moving into a section of more dramatic revision on a part of the novel I've never been at all happy with, I think I'm also putting too much emphasis on getting the language just right the first time through. On top of all that, I'm forcing myself to go through the novel from beginning to end because it's so ugly integrating all the random scenes I came up with during NaNoWriMo. It's a good thing, but means that I can't just skip somewhere else when the slog gets tough.

At any rate, tomorrow I'm not sure if I'll get to write much at all—Denver and Poncho have appointments in the morning to get cavities filled, and who knows how that will all end up. (On that note, if there's anyone we know and love out there who wants to watch Born Dancin' tomorrow at 7:30am, you'd be an answer to prayer.) My goal is to try to get into the novel again at some point tomorrow, if only to keep the momentum up.

I'm off home.