disregard

The first item can be crossed off my list, and I'm working on the second. I'm going to take a break by taking care of no. six, and then I think a shower and some lunch.

[Update, 11:58 a.m.: #6 completed. Oddly enough, not a whole lot has been written on The Second Maiden's Tragedy, and more than half of it is about authorship. (Words, btw, cannot express how much this play is NOT the work of Shakespeare.) Makes my life easier.]

I feel like one of those oxen who were used to power mills and things, like I'm dragging something heavy in a circle, and every time I finish one circuit, I have to start the next. This chapter is only about half done and already fifty pages long. Which, looked at one way, is super, because it means I have plenty to say and shan't be gravelled for lack of matter, but looked at the other way, it's an indicator of just how much work I still have to do.

Plod, plod, plod.

Page-proofs revisited

I've finished reading through them. I think the story actually works (contrary to yesterday's doom & gloom), although I'll be interested to see what heres_luck makes of it.

My chronic stomach trouble is chronicking again, so I'm going to go lie in bed and read the Ellman biography of Wilde, and possibly take a nap.

I'd be much healthier if I weren't chronically ill.