Pages Written... 8
Listening to... Music from the movie HERO
Exercise Done... 1 hr at the gym

Didn't like what I'd written yesterday at all. Sucked. You could hear the whooshing, actually, it sucked so bad.

So instead I tossed it and listened to music. Read 'line requirements'. Paced. Drank coffee, drank water, drank coffee flavored water with a squeeze of lime (hey - it's dark in my office, okay?). Finally hit on a way to start that puppy off - and it doesn't suck. Yay, me.

Managed to get 8 pages written, too. Once again, yay me. It's difficult (yeah, here she goes whining about her life) to work out in the morning, come home, shower, and sit and write. This getting into shape and writing thing is as hard as housecleaning and writing. I'm slowly learning to multi-task, but it's not easy. I was better at a "regular" job and my life than I am at writing and my life.
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In other news...my younger son got to watch a Taiko Drum exhibition last night at the Japanese American Cultural Museum in L.A. (Those are those huge drums. Oh heck, look it up.) He went with Nick, a friend who spent their 2nd grade in Japan with his family. They also saw some cool exhibits and he came home with Japanese dice. *shrug* The exhibit will be there for six more weeks (last night was members only night). He really liked the noodle house they went to not far from the museum.

My 11 year old. He's getting so well-traveled, so to speak.
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Finally got to spend nowhere-near-enough-time with Jenn today. She's being a wonderful mom to Zar, her sick kitty boy. I miss her still, even after the time we got.
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My dad called this evening, as the heat waned a bit and life (and the evening sky) looked rosy. He's got an extremely slow-growing case of prostate cancer. There are no measures he needs to go through - no radiation, no surgery, no chemo. Just PSA tests every three months. The doctor said basically he's probably outlived the cancer - in other words, MY TAKE on it is, something else will kill him before this cancer can do it because it grows so slow. But anyway. Guys, go to the doctor, get a test done. Once a year, for life. Just Do It.

The only day I dread is the day my father dies.