Wednesday Brunch

Today Stuart and I got to have brunch on a weekday, which felt indulgent but is actually quite practical. Our local brunch spot has 45 minute waits on the weekends, but today we were seated upon arrival, and coffee/tea is free Monday-Friday. And it was wonderful to hang out with Stuart in the afternoon. He's back to work tomorrow so we'll have little of that in the future. Exciting plans are on the horizon for him job-wise. He's doing really well, and I am so proud of him.

The rewrite continues, slow-going but I am happy with the results. It is such a different process than writing the first draft was. It's a lot easier in many ways, because I've got so much to work with, but now I am also getting down to the tedious details of euphony, and it's not the same creative flourish. I am enjoying it though, and I see how completely necessary a rewrite can be. Some of my first draft was decidedly pukey and objects and ideas disappeared into thin air, but I think it's getting better now.

Now reading Saturday by Ian McEwan, which, I have been told, might change my life. And I suspect that could be true.