Leah Cutter — writer/traveler

Had a marvelous weekend with out of town friends. Didn’t write much (at all) but that’s okay. Will hit it hard every day after this.

Still haven’t rented my place out yet. *sigh* Am concerned about it. If it happens, it happens. I only need one person. But I really kind of would like to be contacted by that one person.

I haven’t found a place down in New Orleans either. That’s okay, I’ll find something. I hope.

The day job currently has the ability to make me crazy if I let it. I’m trying to process my own shit, deal with things rationally, as well as plan enough, so I don’t let it.

I’ve put myself into the pressure cooker again, between the novel rewrites and the moving, etc. No one’s fault but my own. That’s why it’s okay for me to take the weekend off, as well as other time now and again.

I was incredibly stupid last month. I changed one of my supplements (my 5-HTP.) As a result, writing became very difficult. Finally figured it out and changed back last Saturday. By Tuesday I was able to write again. Thursday fell into it easily, as well as today. It’s lovely, that joy, that deep novel place. I’ve done more in these three days than the previous two weeks. I’m angry with myself for having messed myself up so much. Fortunately, this novel doesn’t need that much work to make it not broke. I still find the sentence level needs more polishing than previous novels. However, I’m still confident that I’ll be finished by the 15th, and able to start rewriting the next novel.