Ah . . .

You know what the best feeling in the world is? Taking off your jeans and putting on your stretchy pants. Dude! Heaven!

Why do I bring this up? Because (even though it's really late in the day) I am going to work on my novel for a bit, and it's important to be as comfortable (i.e. jean-less) as possible when you commence such a taxing undertaking.

Getting Away From it All!

Like grieving, novel-writing has its stages. Right now I'm at the stage where things are suddenly starting to come together, to pop! If I can get away for three or four days and do nothing but write (also eat) I can have a complete draft on my hands. That's why I'm taking off in 10 minutes. I'm going away for three-and-a-half days. And when I return to Salt Lake I'm hoping I have a book in hand . . .

Dudes! Wish me luck!