Last night I got over that awful inability to get the words onto paper. I wrote about ten pages on my latest novel, and that felt so good. I'm writing a historical, and need to get my facts straight before I go any farther. But it was so good to get those pages done. I'm hoping to do some more tonight.

Still, my reading time is about three times more than my writing time. Not a good balance. Not good at all. I'll need to start thinking about getting some articles ready for handouts at the class I teach. Every week a handout. I feel I owe it to them to have something to take home. And I do enjoy finding interesting things to engage their minds about our language, and how to write it.

"Sometimes I feel like a motherless child ..." Oh. I AM. Well, that's why.

LJ