Well, I've started the new story and not much else. It's going well, although I need to squeeze another couple hundred words out before I let myself turn off the computer and slide into between the sheets, the pillow a mountain against my cheek. I need to shave. I need a haircut. I'm going to have lunch with Samara tomorrow after my two classes and then I'm going home to be productive. I like being productive.
The voice I'm writing is a bit uneven. It's been a while since I've bothered with first person, and while I've got a good sense of how Tedford sounds it hasn't quite geled with me yet. I'm avoiding the italics and the questions like the plague, and keeping it firmly retrospective because I like the idea of writing a retrospective piece. His mother's about to enter the scene and she's going to have a bob haircut. I think it's going to be fabulous. I envision her looking like Twiggy, but slightly older. I haven't quite firmed up what Tedford looks like yet. And his father is out of the picture.
