Pages Written... 3
Exercise Done... weeded for 35 minutes

I've come up with a new strategy. Any time I'm unhappy with the words going onto the page, I head out to do yard work. After about twenty minutes, I start chanting to myself, 'yard work is hard. writing isn't!'

Yeah, well. It didn't work today. I think there's something wrong with the direction the second chapter is going, so I need to backtrack, toss out a few pages, and move forward. But I SO hate tossing pages. But I can't seem to continue forward, so there's definitely something wrong there. Sigh.

I did manage to boldly put forth my revised first chapter up on the critique loop. It hasn't been very active lately - well, since November. Let's be honest. And now one of my best writers and active members is moving to Houston in June, and can't focus on crits. No problem...sigh. As long as I can rouse the rest of the group to participate...well, we'll see.

In the meantime, I've had a sick younger son, we missed Easter at the parents' house, and next Sunday (the day we WERE going to have Easter) I'm off to Seattle to work a music convention. Hey, it pays well. And it's Seattle. BUT, that means I need to get a day in down in San Diego this week. And I'm tired already...so it'll be on Wednesday.

Friday will be my meet w/Jenn, and then rehearsal for As You Like It. I didn't completely suck the last rehearsal, and am trying really hard not to be a burden on my friend who's directing the scene as well as coordinating the whole shebang. (But a huge part of me can't wait until it's over, so I can whine a lot to her!)

Of course, when you only have six lines...and the scene lasts about eight minutes...there are a lot of places to overact. Hrm. I am now studying the best way to lean against a handy tree and watch the proceedings without too many facial twitches.

Acting is hard. Writing is easy.