I've crossed off about twelve things from my to do list since last night (and no, I don't put things like "go to bed", "get up", "brush teeth" on it! Ha!). I'm kind of moving slow today though - watching Supernatural, surfing the web, looking at the other million-and-a-half things left on that list, but making no movement toward crossing them off.
Oh, and I'm writing - or I will be in a few. I'm ready to rock and roll, the document's open and the cursor's on the right line. Working on this book is like walking on glass right now though. I keep trying to think of other things to write or edit. I think that's because of how much I deleted. I mean, I was already done with the book and cut over half of it. That's significant, and sucky. The rewrite is going better than I expected, but there's this...I don't know...fear, disenchantment, dread...or something that's blocking my path. I try to write through it, and do fine, but as soon as I have a non-writing day, all of it comes back with a vengeance. Which is where I am right now. Monday's are typically non-writing days for me right now. I had fantastic output on Sunday thanks to B taking over Scout duties for me so I could write, and when I found out (much to my disappointment) that my Monday evening plans had changed, I figured I'd spend the evening writing. Only it didn't happen. I was paralyzed or something. I never even opened the document.
So that's where I'm at. I guess recognizing the road blocks are half the battle though. And I am really close to the end. Except I have no idea where the book is going now. As much as I'd tried to prevent it by the extensive plotting I did for this book, I'm back to flying by the seat of my pants. Oh well...