It’s really starting to get me down. I got up at six this morning, struggled until ten, made scant progress. Scant. I don’t need scant right now, I need explosive, copious, mind-boggling progress, and instead, I’m neck-deep in mud and wrestling for my life. So after the little guy is asleep tonight, I’m going to see if I can scrabble forward just a bit more. I need to get to the end of this revision. I have another book waiting that I’m anxious to finish, and another book after that which I’m hungry to start. Onward, then. Teeth gritted, through to the finish line.
Mud-Wrestling the Language
