Spent the weekend rewriting sections of Conservation and I'm pretty happy with the results. I sound ambivalent because there are still things that need to be improved, but I'm filling gaps and fixing problems so that's a step in the right direction.
Some surprising things happened, too, so that can only be good for the reader in the end. I'm looking forward to a full week of this since I'll be looking after Keith's house while he and the family are in Penetanguishene. I need the peace and quiet to be productive. The ideas need stillness within and that won't happen unless there's stillness without.
For now, though, I must focus on my day job. For writers who are not supported by grants or patronages or that mythical siren, "the publisher's advance", focussing on a day job can be very difficult when they are finally getting some traction on a story. Ideas intrude on the mind all day long like new puppies that want to play. Every hour spent in front of a computer not writing is an hour lost.
...but one must satisfy obligations; one must eat; one must pay the rent and fill the tank with gas. And so I scratch those ideas behind the ear and send them off into the backyard of my mind with a promise: "Soon, little buddies. I'll be out to play soon and we'll run each other ragged."
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