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Tea.  "Gigi" Getting the warrant. More tea.  "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" Rewrite of coroner’s scene.  Tea, again.  Lunch break for all three of us. Visit with Trinity. Back to work. "The Music Man" Smoothing out transition between rewritten scene and the next scenes. Jenny Craig afternoon snacky-bit.  Enjoying "The Music Man", but no longer sure that I’m making the right choices on the rewrite.  So, I step away from the desk, freshen the make-up.  I find that sometimes when you’re muddled headed you can do something ordinary, and it helps ground you again.  I’ve brushed my teeth for a second time, and had it help.  Brush your hair.  Anything ordinary.  Usually it helps.  It did. Glass of water. I did a few more paragraphs, but now I’m up against a large tract of dialogue that is good, and has information that maybe important, but the new scene above brings the local police on the scene and Anita is not going to have a heart to heart with Edward where the rest can hear it.  So, was I wrong in the new scene earlier, or do I loose this section?  Or is there a way to save most of the second bit, and I just can’t see it clearly right now?  F**ck.

More water.  I don’t know.  I’ll finish up my physical therapy for my ankle.  See if that helps me think more clearly.  PT helped a little, but still unsure.  Sugar free Jelly bean; yes, just one.  Hmm, buttered popcorn flavor.  I find that I can suck on a jelly bean for a long time and it satisfies the mouth craving, which has kicked into high gear again.  That let’s me know my stress level has risen.  Too many choices to make in the book, and I’ve reached the point where I can’t just rewrite it tomorrow, because this week the book has to go to New York.  So changes now are more likely to be final.  Yeah, it’s not life and death, but if I didn’t think it was important enough to care about, I would do something else for a living.  Headache coming on.  Hunching my shoulders at the keyboard.  Good posture can be the difference between a muscle induced migraine and not.  I swear sometimes I think I need a corset or something to work in, not because it would be nifty to look at, but because I wouldn’t be able to slump.  I have good posture until I sit at the keyboard and really get into the book, then I hunch like Quasimodo.  Sitting up straight and noticing my body positioning is helping ease the muscles in my neck and shoulders.  I find if I notice soon enough I can nip the headache in the bud.  Pilate’s has really helped me have better body awareness.  It’s been more effective than martial arts at helping me notice how I move, sit, and how that effects the rest of me. 

Back to work.  Or maybe it’s time to call Jon in, and see if I can brain storm the problem.  If I didn’t have Jon, I’d call one of my writing group.  But it’s nice to have someone at home with me that I can talk the writing with.  "Sasquatch get out of the waste basket."  My bad, put a snack wrapper in the low basket.  Pug-height is too tempting. 

Jon here Much Later: We’ve done dinner and watched TV. Now Laurell is taking the dogs out and we’re going to bed.