Hmm…my journal has…

Hmm...my journal has been very house-focused recently, hasn't it? Sorry if it's boring y'all to tears; with any luck, it'll be over soon. I saw a place yesterday that I really liked -- and it's not old, it's new, and very much in the style of our current place, renovated loft, very modern, in the heart of Bucktown. I dunno -- I think I just have to stop saying "This is exactly what I've been wanting" because as Kevin keeps telling me, I can apparently fall madly in love with all sorts of things. I still like the vintage place up in Lakeview too, but less so now that I realize that it's actually not a lot bigger than our current place (maybe 200 sq. ft. bigger) -- it's just more little rooms. I am easily charmed by anything unusual -- still sick of all the utterly generic spaces that form the bulk of what we've seen.

I leave around 11 for the East Coast. Laundry, water plants, etc. between now and then. I didn't actually buy the camera I wanted yesterday -- they didn't carry it yet at one store, and they were sold out at another. So I think I'm just going to buy it at Amazon. It's the new 7.1 MP Canon Powershot; spiffier than what my mother had planned on getting me for Christmas, so we're splitting the cost with them. Good deal all around, I think. :-) With this one, I should be able to take photos in Sri Lanka that I can actually blow up to a clean 15x20 print if I want. Very exciting. Now I just need to learn to take good photos. Luckily, I have many books on the subject.

The other thing I should do this morning is finish revising the last few scenes of the novel and send it out to people. I'm feeling disgruntled with it. I've gotten a lot done in this revision -- it's much better. But there are still quite a few things wrong with it. I know what they are -- some of them I know how to fix, some of them I'm not sure I do. Right now, I'm fretting that:

• Shefali's character doesn't quite make sense yet
• the prose overall isn't nearly as lyrical and beautiful as I'd like
• it's all still a bit much to-the-point of their relationship; it doesn't have as much denseness as I want from a novel (would adding material from their childhoods help, or just muddy things?)
• it is neither as wise nor as occasionally funny as I would like
• it is just not...not perfect, dangit.

Argh.