Monday morning. The high today is only going to be 69, and it’s actually in the fifties as I look out into the dark of the early morning. I slept well again last night–the bed and blankets felt very warm and comfortable this morning as I hit the snooze button repeatedly–and as always, really didn’t want to get out from the warm cocoon this morning. I have, as always, ever so much to do today (this entire week, really) and my shoulder seems to be okay this morning–there’s a bit of pain there, but not really as much nor is it as obvious as it was before. I still think it needs more rest and recovery time before I try to lift weights with it again–and I am going to have to use less weight when I do go back (I think the primary issue is I over-exerted it when I went back to the gym) but that’s fine. I’m not trying to get “swole” or whatever the term the gym-boys like to use today (it’s annoying; I’ve always hated “swole” because it should be swolen, if anything at all), for me it’s more about burning calories and exercising and the stretching and so forth. I am going to try to keep the Tuesday/Thursday/Saturday schedule I was on before, with perhaps a trip down for some cardio on Sundays; but we’ll see how it all plays out.
Today I need to make some headway on everything–Christmas cards, etc–and since it’s my theoretical off night from the gym, I am going to run some errands on the way home from work this evening. I will need to work on the book tonight, of course, and I need to clean up from dinner last night. But the laundry is caught up (for now), and there are a few other things I’ll need to touch up around here…and of course, I want to finish (finally) A Caribbean Mystery. Christmas is a week from Saturday–how weird that it’s so soon–so next week will be a short work week, as will the week after with New Year’s being involved. I need to buckle down and get working on things as quickly as I can; I also have a short story or two that need one last round of polishes done on them. Yesterday I didn’t get nearly as much done as I would have liked, frankly, but I think resting yesterday was a lot more important than working, to be honest. I feel like I can make it through the day today without much difficulty, which is nice–I am not tired, as I mentioned earlier, and feel very rested, which is also incredibly lovely. Maybe that means I will have a productive day, maybe it won’t–but at least I can go into the office without feeling tired and worried about how I am going to make it till the end.
Yay!
But I feel good, which is always a plus, and I am working my way down the to-do list I made yesterday and that’s terrific. I also went down some wormholes yesterday while researching a few things, and while I actually didn’t write anything new, I did figure out what the problems with current manuscript are, and how to fix them–brutally cutting out a character, reducing the status of one from main supporting cast to merely someone who is mentioned but never seen; how to get the timing and dating flow of the story to work better; how to get the “New Orleans” feel there; how to better do the main character’s back story; how to build up the rest of the story so the intensity grows with every chapter as the original mystery (the one that will run through the course of the first few books at the very least) deepens and then the actual mystery to be resolved in the book course corrects, and how to make that seem less abrupt and more….organic, for lack of a better word.
And that is some serious progress, methinks. I am itching to get into the manuscript and make these changes and get them underway. I think this will help me get the damned book finished, too–I am finding my character’s voice, and that was crucial.
And on that note, tis time to head into the spice mines. Have a lovely Monday, Constant Reader, and I will check in again tomorrow.
Queer and Loathing in America 