I knew I should have written an entry this morning, while I was all boppish and happy. Not that I'm not happy, I just have a headache coming on and I can't figure out why. I must drink more caffeine and see if that helps.

Yesterday after work I headed over to Borderlands Books to see artists Alan M. Clark, Paul Groendes, and author Jay Lake ILLUSTRATION/LITERATION event. I admired Paul's sculpture, Alan's paintings and ebullient creativity of Jay "The Writing Blur" Lake. All three were so sweet and I would have liked to hang out a bit before I headed home, but they were soon wisked away for their daily interview by Alan Beatts. I wandered around, picked up a few things, listened to a bit of the interview. Afterwards, I said my farewells to the creative ones before Jay got started reading that day's section of the story to the artists; I have this thing about hearing the middle of the story before I have read the beginning, and I wanted to avoid spoilers.

That, and my feet/ legs were really beginning to ache from my workout the day before. I stumbled home, where Tim wheedled me into allowing him to order pizza (I can't eat pizza anymore and he ususally avoids such cruelty). We watched Survivor (Tim says he hates the show, but he always ends up watching it with me and commenting), then I took a nice long hot bath with muscle relaxer bath salts. During the bath, I focused on relaxing, listening to the sounds of the house, the cats, the distant highway noises. I vowed to spend some time in the hammok this weekend *without* the laptop, just watching spring happen. Ahhh. I felt much better afterwards.

I mentioned my relaxation techniques to Tim, who came up with the phrase, "That's right: be like Chapera, not Mogo Mogo."

That will only make sense to those of you who watch Survivor; I thought it was funny and apt.

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I've been reading my YA novel on the way to and from work lately, and I'm getting excited about working on it again. I'm also nervous. I remember rereading this part before, and I think it's pretty good actually, but I also remember that I think it falls apart here in a bit and I'm afraid of how bad it's going to be. I suppose I can always start back a little further and rewrite if it's really as bad as I fear, but of course I'm mostly looking forward to, well, moving forward on this. It's going to rock to have this finished; I can't wait to get cracking on it again.