I did my Pilates FOUR WHOLE TIMES this week. The beginner’s workout is definitely easier than it was, although it’s also still a good workout. Another week and I’ll nerve myself up to trying the intermediate one, which I haven’t even looked at. I also did 8 push-ups fairly easily today (though I didn’t do any upper body workout, which I’d done last week before trying my push-ups), and am considering incorporating them as a regular part of my workout in another week. But not before then. I can’t quite…
Ms. Posty McPostperson
Just what you wanted, another post from me, because there’ve been so few of them today. Chance update: it appears that for some reason the files didn’t go to the printer for issue #2. They’ll be sent to the printer at the same time as issue 3, which I gather means they’ll hit the shelves at the same time, somewhere around mid-February. A-Gaimaning we go: Ted and I have tickets to the Jameson Dublin International Film Festival screening of Coraline. We have a Plan to go in to Dublin that…
blah.
Ok. I have gotten three chapters revised, one with only a couple hundred words changed (but one nearly entirely rewritten). The next chapter is going to probably be half rewritten; some of what it does is good, and some is less good. I would really *really* like to keep the chapter after that, but unless I can forcibly insert plot into it, it’ll have to go. Regardless, the three immediately after that will have to be rewritten entirely. Possibly more than that, I don’t know yet. But what’s in there…
*Shit*.
I have been having the nagging feeling that I don’t really have a *plot* in place here in this book. That’s not necessarily unusual for this stage: I’m about halfway through and I tend to lose confidence around here. So, in an attempt to shore up my confidence, I went and re-read the synopsis, which I’d been kind of deliberately ignoring because we’d changed a bunch of stuff around and the synopsis didn’t really reflect certainly the way the book ends anymore, at least. Unfortunately, what it does reflect is…
v. pleased with myself
I woke up at about 6:40 this morning and almost talked myself out of going to swim. But then I thought, “Self, you *always* feel better after exercising, and you know you won’t go later in the day.” So I got up and walked through the POURING RAIN and had a quite nice swim. I did 500 meters of just kicking, which loosened up my very, very, very sore legs (we walked about eight and a half miles on Wednesday, and then yesterday I did barre exercises. My legs huuuuuurt.),…