Slogging

Good news: I'm making tangible, measurable progress on Sword and Scabbard. One of my good friends sent me the sound track from The Last of the Mohicans; I had it years ago but it must have been in one of the 25 boxes that didn't come back from Italy. I listened to it a lot when I was writing Rogue Pawn, and I'm very happy to have it again. I've got 'fabric' to mend the plot holes, so now it's just a matter of piecing the whole thing together. It's rather like patching an old quilt at this point.

Bad news: While the story is flowing, it's about as fast as collecting a bucket of maple sap. Drip, drip, drip, check word count, drip, drip, drip, get some tea, drip some more. It doesn't help that Alex is upstairs practicing his guitar, playing Fer Elise in the upper octave as fast as he can, over and over and over...

I seriously need it to be sunny. Soon. My brain refuses to wake up when it's cloudy, and that's making my life more difficult than it needs to be. Oh, and the trip I was planning to MI this summer is going to have to be later in the summer or earlier in the spring. I have five days between when Alex finishes school and Vicky starts summer school to get her feet wet for the fall. This does not make me happy. I'm sure it doesn't make the teachers who get to teach summer school happy, either, but at least they get paid for their misery.

OK, so this is Oscar the Grouch, displacing the cat in my lap and going to collect more sap.