Jun. 8th, 2011

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Today I structured my mind. This means that I've done a critique for a novel (to be delivered tonight) and written fifteen hundred words of the Chapter from the land of Frustration. With any luck, I should be able to write another thousand words after the crit session, since I'm still not quite caught up with my day's aims.

If I can finish this article, I can get my sense of humour back. I've promised myself this, as a trade-off.

My class had a sense of humour today. This was just as well, because our word of the day turned out to be 'oxymoron' and instead of poetry of the day I had them writing letters. We looked at the properties of light and of molasses and of different types of nouns and we decided that we had managed to do a surprising amount, given that the cold had frozen our brains.

Speaking of cold, it's 5 pm and three degrees outside and I am going to a crit group meeting tonight. I keep telling myself that it will be summer in a mere three weeks. Three weeks, I mutter, and keep working, furiously. (Do I need a woollen cardigan for summer in Europe? Or will a lighter one suffice? I find this question unanswerable when outside it is three degrees and the sun has not even set.)

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