My plan was to work on the novel again over Memorial Day weekend ... and did I? No. And why? Because after several years of working on this blatant therapy, it occurred to me that what I have as the middle needs to be pushed up to the first quarter. That would be better, I said, even though it was 2 in the morning, which is not the best time to make decisions.
I suppose I could do that. I mean, I am not doing that. But I could. But I won't. What I need to do is finish this draft.
You know, when I program there's always the ugly kludgy answer and the elegant answer, and the elegant answer never occurs to me until I put the finishing touches on the kludgy answer. Perhaps that's a problem I can avoid here.
But will I? No I won't.