The writing is going really fast, I think because it's essentially all plotted at this point. Every scene that I'm writing happens because it *must*, based on what's come before. There's very little left to invent, which is the part that takes the most time, for me. Now it's just tossing words down on the page, stringing them together in a reasonably lucid manner. Figuring that I can make it pretty later, in the fifth draft, or the seventh, or the tenth. (Unless Bob reads it and tells me that it's all terrible, and I should toss it and start over. In which case, I will weep.)
I have a telephone job interview with Gustavus Adolphus (Marissa's alma mater) this afternoon at 1, assuming I got the time zones right. Not nervous yet, but I imagine I will be. Once Jed goes off to work (around 11), I'll get on the ethernet connection and spend some time researching the department, taking notes. I've looked at their web page before, of course, but there have been so many schools that honestly, they're all blurring together now. Notes will be my ally.
After that, I call Kevin, he comes and picks me up, and we go to spend Christmas with his folks. I'll probably go hide somewhere and try to write more this evening, if they don't have other plans for me. Tomorrow we'll have a quiet day (more writing) until dinner time, when Kevin's folks traditionally go to Christmas Eve dinner with their friends, the Benjamins. I've been a few times before; nice group of people. And then Christmas Day. If I remember right, it's stockings, then breakfast, then larger presents? They have a sequence.
I find the ritual charming. My family didn't do the whole stockings thing, which I think is a real shame, because it's great fun opening lots of teeny tiny little presents. Of course, my family also often had something like thirty people at Christmas, which makes for something of a different dynamic. If we got through the mad frenzy of small-child-present-opening with all of our limbs intact, we called it a good Christmas. :-)