I am editing my book very slowly. I've been doing it from my bed today and all of yesterday too (I'm aware how cushy that is in some ways). But I really want to go out and draw so that I don't lose my mind. And yet, that sound which I thought was someone in the house taking a very, very long shower (engrossed in my work as I was), is in fact rain. Rain, rain, interminable rain.
I think I will have to go out in the rain anyway, at least to get things for making coffee. I drank a lot of coffee before I had a recent meeting about this draft I'm working on. I solved all the problems then, with ease. Unfortunately I can't remember any of the solutions I came up with.
This is not an exciting journal entry.