Better this morning. Freezing cold always good for kicking ass into gear. I've decided that it is pointless to whine about lack of motiviation, or blame Motherhood for interfering. I have considered the positions of several writers, living and dead, with whom I am familiar. Some have children, some do not. Some are successful, some are not. Some have/had wives or housefuls of servants, others do/did not. Conclusion: resistance is futile. There's nothing to do but do it, and be glad that my dynamic darlings would be as thrilled as I would, should anything come of what I do.
Utlimate outcome of all this manual thinking: yesterday evening, edited four pages of hard copy. This morning: made the edits on the computer.
In case you're curious, I came up with most of this on the bus yesterday afternoon.
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