I'm whooping him. Tracy 2936, Rand 2679 BEFORE my 414 point trip to the gym today. So far, he's remained calm and confident. As he left for the gym today, however, he said, "I guess I'll see you tonight." So perhaps he is getting a bit worried.
Monday I skipped critique group again. Too many good excuses (Mother's Day, I wasn't working, Rand's last final). Rand said, "I don't want you to miss two weeks in a row," which made me feel good (that he sees that it is important/even when I'm not committing to it seriously) and made me feel a bit guilty for opting not to go... but just a bit.
However, though I've not applied myself to the novel, I'm thinking about it almost constantly. I think I'm gearing up for draft three... where, hopefully, I once-and-for-all fill in all the holes and complete the story.
I had a wonderful idea this morning for yet another book about the people who live in this same town (the fictional town in my head).
Rand has a summer and a fall semester of school to go. There is light at the end of so many tunnels right now. I am nearly standing in it. I can feel its warmth.
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