Tuesday, July 29, 2003
Well, I can tell this day isn't going to go real well. Pip is sick. I'm sick. My head is pounding, my cats are screaming...
Just the day to escape into some fiction, I would think. It hasn't happened yet, but I keep hoping.
On an odd note, the work on Glory, while it has slowed down to about 500 words a day, is going very well. I've reworked the ending scene yet again, and I think I'm finally getting the feel of it. Time to move past it (or before it -- I'm working backwards through the novel) and get everything in shape.
I have redone the opening to Badlands as well, but I'm still not sure I am there on it.
I need to get to work.