I haven’t been working much on my book either, though it’s as present in my mind as ever. There are so many stumbling blocks, I think I am just as usual overwhelmed by the enormity of my task, and the precious little time I can devote to it.

Right now I am stuck on my rewrite of chapter one (well, let’s face it, rewrite of everything), which will be much better once it’s done. I can see how it will play out, but because I’m not writing, I see it the way one sees a dream the next morning, and struggles to describe it in words and sentences, coherently and interestingly.

It starts in a sunny kitchen, late in the morning on the first day of summer, and the protagonist is sitting there watching a hummingbird outside the window as it travels across a blackberry bramble. She’s thinking about walking downtown to get a cup of coffee. As she gathers her sunglasses and flip flops, her roommate arrives and says: everyone is going swimming, do you want to go?

etc.

that’s about as far as I’ve gotten.