Books ain't so hard

1.5 work days later and solid draft of chapter 2 is in the can. Today I'm not thinking Foucault, Joyce, or Alice Walker are particularly all that. I mean, I'll have written a whole scholarly, world-changing tome in less than 3 weeks at this rate?

OK, not really. And it's funny how we don't allow for thinking to be considered working, even for those of us whose roles are intellectually defined.

Both chapters are printed up and I'm heading home (after a 2 day cameo appearance at my office *gasp*) to edit the hard copies after grabbing some lunch.

Regardless, I miss my husband. Bed's too big with you...