another boring saturday

It's Saturday, and I'm at the coffeehouse, as always, as I am every day. I got here REALLY late, like at 6:45. But it's okay, because ... I've gotten a lot of work done this week-end. Well, the week-end just started, and I've had three days off. Though, it still surprises me, how little I get done overall. Well, I should be happy if I do anything. Everything is progress.

And it is, in a way. Because I was at the bookstore last night, and I'm very happy I get to go there again tonight. But I was there last night, and I read the rest of "Some Day I Will Be Invincible." And ... it was fun to read the book for free at the bookstore. But ... I was working on my book, and I just felt something.

I notice the way that blocks stop me. Meaning, I should have always known, because it's obvious that a block will stop you. But ... for example, I guess I haven't let my blocks stop me with the novel, because I keep writing it. And it surprises me, because ... I think I know it all, but I don't. Writing is like a journey, that surprises you. And the more I write the book, the more I realize that there are parts to it that I ... didn't realize where there. Like, suddenly, the relationship between the "heroine" and her boyfriend has become more interesting to me.

And I realize something else. I realize that ... this is something I wanted to write about. I notice that I think I don't want to write, but once I start forcing myself to do it, I see that I like doing it. And that I can put a lot more hours into it than I realized.

I'm also going to make crock pot soup today.