My hair and I

are now officially friends. In fact, I think I look pretty damn good this morning.

I look even better in my new karate gi.

Edited to add: I would post pictures of me at class tonight if I could, but don't know where the digital camera is at the moment. V. irritating.

Glare report 11/9/04

Yesterday's writing session did not go well. I sat down, I went through the book manuscript file, I pecked at a few picky and minor re-wordings. I tried to think what to write next and drew a blank. Nada. Argh.

This afternoon's accomplishment

I have had nothing to do at work.

I have programmed my phone to ring with the theme of "Return of the King."

I am absurdly pleased with myself.

Glare report 11/9/04: On beginnings

I am trying to figure out how to launch into things after the short prologue when Solveig is nine. Here is Solveig; she is an architect; she is a single mother. See the typical day. They're going to do an ice palace. So: how, exactly, do I do that introduction? Where/how do I start, etc? I feel ridiculous feeling so uncertain about this, but beginnings have always been difficult for me. I remember doing a lot of floundering around on this very question with both previous books, and starting both took quite a few attempts, but it got better once I had finally figured out the beginning point. I did manage to write 100 words tonight.

Perhaps I can introduce her by showing her finish a project, and thus she's ready to move onto something new: the ice palace. Yet, I have a hunch I want to introduce her as a mother first. Hmm. Argh.

Stopping because: I am tired and ready to fall over. Also v. discouraged. I continue to suck at this. Still, it was more than last night. (i.e., yet more words to show how much I suck). Feh. I am in a foul mood about this, but don't be alarmed or take me too seriously. I just have to tough it out.