It’s Thursday isn’t it. Never could get the hang of Thursdays.

I’m seven pages into the rework of my chapter 15. So far it’s kept most of the character and plot points it started with though the characters have been significantly revised since the last go around, and the events leading up to it have also changed a lot. The problem I’m having thought is that I’m not satisfied with the words hitting the page. I’ll write a bit of scene and look back over it, just to make sure I got the entire thought. Entirely too often, I don’t like what I’m seeing. Part of it is my own overly critical eye, the other part is that I’m not sure HOW to make it better than it is -perhaps I’ll need a friend with a red pen. I would say that what I’m writing flows reasonably well and has adequate description and action, but it’s not as good as I want it to be. I’m forcing myself to just let it go and continue on. All of the highlights are in there. I think right now the best thing to do is to work through the revision, go back through one more time, and continue on through the story. I’ll just have to let it sit and simmer before I can go back and think about the polishing process. Anyhow, that’s today’s thought.

Nothing to do with writing.

Yesterday I work until about 7:30, with the idea that I would be able to cut two hours off of my workday, and spend at least one quiet hour in the sun room revising chapter 15. Of course, that’s just impossible. I’m sitting here about an hour and a half after my planned work day should have mostly ended, and I’m still fielding e-mails, shoving budget requests off until tomorrow, and thinking hard about my current problem. This problem is extra special. I WISH it were about writing. I’m sitting here staring at survey results and trying to decide if my model for estimating community income should be partially replaced with a boot-strapping approach. The sticking point is all of the various pieces of missing data. Anyhow. I’m not going to continue to bore anyone with this problem. No doubt I’ll crack my head against it for an entire day tomorrow and come up with a solution that I’ll feel good about. For now, my head is splitting, and my alarm to go get the kids from school just went off. I think all hopes of working on chapter 15 seem more or less dead for the day, and I managed to waste the only 5 minutes I had to do it, writing this blog. Oh well… Maybe tomorrow. I suppose I should focus on the important things in life: Did the children remember all of their homework, and what the hell do I cook for dinner?