Unlike the friendly man on the plane, I am—apparently—unable to to write while traveling. Throw in the end of the Winter semester with its frantic meetings and more frantic grading and my time decreased more. Thus, sadly, April was mostly a planning/reading/organization month than a writing one.
Which is not, all told, a bad thing. I think I’ve figured out a way around some of the structural problems I’ve been running into. I’m at a good point to slow down and figure out if all this stuff I’m writing actually goes together the way I think it will, or if a different approach would better serve the ideas.
Of course, this would have been a swell thing to do before I started writing (and I do have a fairly robust outline). This is just a good point at which to find problems (and fix them) before there are simply too many words to safely rearrange.
I also keep finding cool stuff, such as Elizabeth Klarer’s memoir which is, perhaps, the best of the Contactee romances (not that there were many).
But now, during May and June, I need to get the words down and hammer them into shape. This may, in fact, destroy my mind.