I can’t seem to get back into writing again after taking yesterday to work in the yard. (moving plants, sod-breaking. my arms are still tired.)

instead of writing, I’m reading blogs, re-org-ing the new metal rack I installed in my office, painting the coat closet…everything except going back to my novel and picking up where I left off Saturday morning.

shall I go backwards (more of Saithe (the “tall guy”) and little Ani) or forward (Viola, Aila’s abandonment of her history in the pursuit of sex)? I don’t know where to pick it up again, although I imagine I’ll figure out something while I’m in the van tomorrow.

most people, I gather, do more writing on the weekends. I do the most writing during the week, if only because of my commute.