BLAM! I just punched a giant hole in the wall that’s been blocking me from getting deeper into this revision, and 20 pages later, it FEELS SO GOOD.

Oh, man.  Thinking and tinkering… thinking and tinkering… it’s important, I know I have to do it, but it’s not as fun as just WRITING.  Writing is a rush.  It’s intoxicating.  It’s great.  I’m sitting in one place and typing on a keyboard; to the untrained eye, it looks like I’m doing practically nothing, but I’m going EVERYWHERE and having a GREAT DAY.