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I am well behind schedule for an update. I wish that I could say it is because I have been too busy working on my novel, but, the plain fact is I have been unable to write for days.
I was up north visiting family until last Thursday, and it was a long week, let me tell you. Even though I'd taken my bag along on the trip, it remained unopened the whole time. For whatever reason, I simply could not find any inspiration, or the time or situation in which I could concentrate---or, perhaps, those are just excuses. Honestly, though, the situation was just not right. The family drama was just continuous, day after day, and almost always needless and absurd. Sometimes, we were able to laugh about it, and it was all dealt with afterward, and the hurt feelings salved. I just wish we could avoid it all in the first place, given that it is usually so trivial, and, even if not trivial, could so easily be dealt with if we would all communicate with one another a little better.
To that end, I finally said some things to my mother that were long overdue, and I did so in a very calm manner. In fact, I never once lost my temper or got impatient the whole week. Without even being conscious of it, I realize that therapy may be helping, at least to some degree. Anyway, it's a start.
This past weekend,
desierto came down for a visit, which was great. I showed him some of Bloomington (as much of it as I could in the time we had), we saw V For Vendetta, had pints at The Irish Lion, and Sunday morning breakfast at Waffle House. A good weekend, all in all.
Today, I finally got back to work on the novel, and made some small amount of progress.