I’ve been a very, very bad author. Someone should just preempt my July 31st deadline and peg me with fruit right now because this has been a terrible week for working on my book.

I was doing fine until Thursday rolled around. I moseyed into the doctor’s office that morning with a friend whom I had asked to drive me there. Anyway, despite my having brought my uber-used Mobile Pro with me, I couldn’t write a word on it. I was too nervous, too petrified of what was going on.

I was given strict instructions to sleep for the rest of the day and that I shouldn’t be on the computer at all. I spent the evening wishing I was allowed to write. I almost broke the rule. Then I realized that the doctor had said nothing about watching TV–too bad my roommates took that when they moved out. I would have watched Final Fantasy: Advent Children on the laptop, but alas, I had foregone borrowing it from a coworker.

Most of the writing I did on Friday was in the doctor’s office or during a concert. Because the writing is on the Mobile Pro, which has no way that I know of to count words, I have no idea how much I’ve written and I’m not adding it to the progress bar until I can get a handle on that particular chapter.

Just as a side note, I wrote during the opening act to Debra Fotheringham at her concert on Friday. No way was I going to write during Debra’s songs and miss the music. Go take a listen at her myspace page. In an age of knock-off pop bands and bleached hair, Debra is neither derivative nor does she bleach her hair. Plus, she’s got an jazz-angel voice that will keep you entranced. Another very good reasons to listen.

Moving consumed the rest of Friday evening and most of Saturday. I don’t enjoy this sort of thing. Moving reminds me of all the stuff I’ve accumulated, it takes time, and it keeps me away from writing. Fortunately I have some very good friends who showed up to help out. If they had websites at all, I’d give you links to them. Instead, here’s a link to what some of my friends like to do more than anything in the world, with the exception of preparing to throw fruit at me.

Went to Salt Lake Saturday evening for the reception of an old roommate of mine, who unfortunately doesn’t have his own website, but if he did you could find it here. I’ve been listening to the Hunt for Red October when I’m in the car, and I’m halfway done as of last night. I love the way Clancy can bring the plot of a story together and paint the picture of a world most of us have never seen. I’m sure the process is very much akin to writing fantasy novels. I’d love to see what Clancy could come up with in that genre! Plus he mentions the Idaho Naval Reactor, where my dad used to work.

It’s been a mad mad mad mad weekend. I’m stoked to be getting back on track with the writing goals. But I’m not getting down about not meeting them this last week. It’s all been practice up to this point. Now that it’s May, it’s time to pull out the big guns and get some stuff done.

–Stewart!