Hey, guys. Okay, I've been very bad, but really -- there hasn't been much
to report. I've been getting up in the morning, working on the novel,
having lunch, working some more, and then blowing off the rest of the day
pretty consistently. The last three days I've been skipping the working
part. Hit a troubling stumbling block in the novel. Actually, it's been
there for a while, but only now am I confronting it. I'm going to see if
I can work through it with the help of people here, but if I get really
truly stuck, then maybe I'll come complain to you guys about it. Mostly
a chronology/distance problem. Anyone know how long it would take a horse
to cover an unspecified distance in Mughal India? (Yes, I realize the
unspecified is a problem. sigh.)
Had a lovely tea Sunday, a fun Memorial Day yesterday (watched Emma and
How To Steal a Million (Audrey Hepburn), both of which were amazingly
excellent (though I like Sense and Sensibility better than Emma, but that
was probably biased by Emma Thompson's presence in Sense), and generally
have been socializing with pleasure. But a little nagging voice in the
back of my head is muttering, "You're not getting any work done. And you
can't. So there..."
