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[blairmacg]

It's been a scattered sort of week.  For all that I have loved the not-winter, I must admit it feels odd.  It's as if we've been placed in time suspension, where the seasons aren't changing and days aren't turning.  As a result, I've meandered through waking hours, doing what needs doing.  Thank goodness most of my upcoming workshops are already written.

I hit a rough spot with Chant revisions.  Small sections took huge amounts of time, and I'm not even certain why.  But I am putting my head down and plowing ahead at speed now.  I want to wrap up this new set of revisions by the first week of February.  That'll give me a 140K tome to cast out to beta readers. 

Then it'll be on to the Crossroads novel, and perhaps the recreation of a long-lost short story.  Then perhaps feedback-based revisions of Chant, then more Crossroads, then I might rub the tarnish off the three trunked novels I dearly love but haven't known how to fix.  (Now I had some ideas about that.)

It's very nice to be a writer, motivated.

In other news, nearly the entire back of my right hand is a fascinating display of blue and green.  Right after I first struck it--when three of my knuckles had disappeared beneath a rapidly swelling dome--it felt a hell of a lot worse than it looked.  ("Are you okay, sensei?" "Yup! Let's run kata now.")  Today it looks worse than it feels.  But bare-knuckle sparring was fun.

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