Faith. And also Begorrah.

Well, I got almost four pages written, plus I have a detailed plan for how the rest of the chapter is going to go. Mom says that counts. We had a video conference on Sunday (so web 2.0) to set goals for writing this week. One of the many good things about having my Mom keeping track of me is that she reigns me in from setting unmanageable expectations for myself. I have a tendency to say things like "this weekend I'm going to FINISH chapter one revisions." This goal is possible, but also unlikely, and then when I don't reach it, I feel like a total failure and don't want to go on. Mom says "how about you try to finish the first two sections?" which is far more attainable and then if I do happen to get more done, it's like a bonus. She's smart like that.

Anyway, not to jinx myself, but I'm feeling far more hopeful about this than I was last week. At least I've gotten some actual pages out, so I know it's still possible for me to write. But enough about me. What I REALLY wanted to say was:



Now get out there and drink some green beer, dammit.