Amber, I managed to show up online in chat, she said go, and I rewrote.
Only two pages, and it was difficult, so closer to thirty minutes rather than fifteen, and there you go. Two pages more on the novel since last October.
Progress, and I’m clinging to it. All I have to do this afternoon is rinse and repeat. Well, except for Amber. She’s out roller skating and I am on my own. We’ll see how I do. It was not horribly painful to return to rewriting mode once I began.
It’s ALL about the beginning and overcoming inertia.
I felt as though I accomplished progress at voice yesterday, too. I’ll practice like heck today (that’s what a commute is for, right?) and see if it stuck. This whole head voice/chest voice/legit vs. belt is opaque for me. I try to reach for whatever Paul is directing me toward and don’t have much sense that I know what I’m doing without his coaching. For me, it’s about being able to use whatever technique is necessary for the piece. Kind of like writing.
As for school, I’m back and I rearranged our schedule. The mornings had been chaotic what with trying to do an hour of groups, a half-hour of RtI, and another half-hour of computer time. I fought to keep morning groups though–twenty some years of the stuff is hard to break, but threw in the towel yesterday.
SUCH A RELIEF.
I was less stressed. I felt as though I accomplished more in LA, simply because it was all in one chunk, and got through the day without wanting to run away. Although the budgetary stuff is still worrying me. Life is not going to be good for the public sector any time soon, let me tell you. I’m also worrying that the powers that be will try to increase the kid count–some districts around here are back up to 30 per class in the lower grades.
I’ve been there. Talk about frustration. A little group of seven or eight kids is not easy to manage when you’ve got a rotation of four groups and no other adults to restrain them.
Still. That’s next year’s worries. Today I just have to survive. And not be exhausted by 9P.
