so sometimes it takes a very strong push from without to get me to pause. this weekend is looking to be like the last real chunk of time off until may . . . and yesterday i was pretty crazy trying to do everything at once: write, read, critique–plus clean, sew, catch up on letters, run errands, and make my partner a lovely dinner. you know, all those quick, easy tasks.
instead, i cut my finger, and i am now typing one-handed, with a head full of painkillers.
so this will be, ahem, a slower few days, with the emphasis on reading and critiquing. both of which i have neglected this past week. very helpful when the universe kindly steps in and manages your time for you. already i’ve re-outlined the first ten chapters of book two, started my second pass on a novel critique, and caught up with some long-neglected correspondence. there are worse ways to spend a friday. universe, i am listening.