You know it's going to be a fine writing day when you get so wrapped up in revising the novel you've been back-burnering (is that a WORD?) for so long that you end up being a good half hour late for work. Nice.

I finally got some good momentum going on the baseball novel, incorporating all the marked-up sections I'd read while working out at the gym last week on the bike and on the ellipsis machine, my favorite. (I love Tuesdays and Thursdays at the gym, by the way -- that's when I do cardio and get to READ for an hour. When I'm done re-reading The All Nations Team, I plan on reading The New Yorker again -- I miss it. Meanwhile, Mondays/Wednesdays/Friday are weightlifting days that usually kick my ass. But I digress.)

I also did some more work on the novel today at work, over lunch, and I even did a new entry on the novel blog.

I'm enjoying this burst of creativity, and more than anything, I'm relieved to finally be a bit closer to understanding George, my protagonist for the baseball novel. Thanks to some excellent comments from fellow writers Paul and Greg, I've made him more of a prickly guy (at one point in his comments, Greg asked "Why is he so NICE??" -- a fine comment, and one that got me thinking, believe me!).

I don't know about the rest of you writers, but when I go for a good couple of weeks without any real enthusiasm for my various fiction projects, I start to think This is it! I'm done. I'm spent.

Looks like I'm not quite spent just yet. So take that, bugbears of negativity! Later...