I see now that I spent a long time obsessing over 1 paragraph in the story of Deborah. I'm glad i did, & i'm happy with how the movie scene came out. February 13 was when i got sick, nasty flu with lingering cold symptoms. Feb 15 was my 1st appt with the nyu ms center, & it's all been a round of bizness about health insurance, treatment options & the like. Tonight was the first time I've paid attention to the novel since all that. No wonder I've felt so weird!

After what seems like an eternity of obsessing about issues that seem earth shatteringly, excruciatingly important without having anything to do with writing, I finally got back to looking at my novel. Do i ever have my work cut out for me!