Crisply Spoken

Friday is the day the girls have Chinese lessons.  I finished five pages while I sat on Lao Shi’s futon couch. I should have worked earlier in the day, but I didn’t have much left in the tank after yesterday’s marathon.

More tomorrow.

I finished the day’s pages just before 8:00 p.m. From 9:00 this morning until 2:00 this afternoon, I worked with a stop watch, 30 minutes at the computer, 15 minutes off. It kept me going all day.

I’m tired but happy to be finished with packet 17. Four more to go in this draft.

I have a great desk. Bacon bought it for me years ago on impulse. When I saw it in the store, I shook all over and tears came to my eyes. I never asked him to buy it. He just did. I should have taken a better picture. I’ll do that another time.

This morning I sat down to work, and everything was exactly right. I loved the way my laptop looked next to the manuscript pages marked up in pink ink.  It was a picture for a writer. I had only three pages left to finish the section.

Actually writing the pages wasn’t nearly as glamorous as the picture of me writing the pages. I struggled all day. Doing laundry and scrubbing toilets was more gratifying. I have new pages for tomorrow, on the pretty desk, next to the nice laptop, marked in pink ink. I hope the notion of writing doesn’t get in the way of actually doing it.