It’s 4 in the morning.  I can’t sleep.  Too tied up in emotional knots of one sort or another.  Excruciating day of editing today.  I’m reworking the first three chapters to try and implement suggestions made by my tough and invaluable friend/critic, Alison.  I spent 3 hours on a few paragraphs and still came away feeling unsatisfied.  It will come eventually, if I work at it hard enough/long enough.  It does get a little overwhelming, however, thinking about doing this for 400 pages.  It will be the third edit through.  Arghhhh!

I’m reading a wonderful book, the prose is achingly beautiful.  I can’t believe I haven’t read this before, it’s an old book–Under the Volcano by Malcolm Lowry.  I have a nice treat for my reading hours over the holidays.  I eat it up and I’ve had to look up some new words, which I love doing.   I’ll have to put in a few quotes, fabulous analogies–like the sound of thunder–coal falling down a shoot, the savage scribble of lightning in the sky–I drool.