I’ve changed my working schedule a little. I’m writing in the morning, and late at night. In the morning I’m editing what I wrote the night before and adding a little if I can. I’m not pushing forward as hard as I did  in the draft. I’m trying to get things close on target before I leave it for a new chapter. I’m planning on printing it out, a hard copy to live with for a while, to compare to my earlier version and my notes. Sometime changing format changes what you notice. The word count is going up though. Progress is being made. No longer dreading the minimum word count, its coming easier as the vision grows stronger.

I feel like painting though. I don’t know why, but I just do. There was a tutorial some months back that I really wanted to do, it’s very light, a watercolor like style. Pastel, pretty. If I can find the the source files I’m going to do it–once things get straightened out at my house. It won’t be long before the push for school will be here. A big job. Exciting in its own way though. All those new things. New classes, new clothes, new folders and backpacks. The smell of slick vinyl raincoats in the cubbies.