So, I’ve been writing — nothing to see here; move along.
I hope to have a finished penultimate draft by the end of the week, by which I mean Saturday. The manuscript will then rest a couple days while I lie on the couch and regrow my brain. Then, I’ll go through it with a red pen for the final edit before submission.
Have I mentioned here that I’ve begun taking yoga? It turns out that one of the instructors from the local yoga studio also teaches two mornings a week at the senior center, for significantly less than the studio charges. I’ve been to two yoga classes, and have, surprisingly, enjoyed myself. I will, I think, be doing this for a while.
Tomorrow, the electrician and his mate will be here at 9! a.m.! to install ceiling fans, and I expect to write some more.
. . .that’s all I got.
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“And be an instant celebrity with everybody’s got a gambling debt suddenly remembering how you’re their long-lost cousin on their mother’s side.”
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Sharon, when you re-grow your brain…..
does it have the same structure and shape?
Or does it develop in a whole new way?
Enjoy the yoga! I discovered it during a stressful work project and it was a life saver.
When I regrow my brain after committing novel, it is of course a different shape. Every story written alters the way the writer thinks about and experiences the universe.
Thanks! It’s oddly. . .soothing to have an hour when the only thing I have to think about is stretching and breathing.