June 24. Slept well last night. First time since I got here. So I got up early to write. Today is go-home day. Tell Carolyn about scrapping everything I’ve done so far on chapter 49, and that I’m starting over. She commiserates. I don’t feel bad. Madeline L’engle once had a bad day filling a waste basket from rejected sheets off her typewriter. She gave up and went to practice her playing on her piano. Scales. Revelation! She had to practice her music, Why did she expect she didn’t have to practice her writing. So these last few days were just me playing scales on my keyboard.
Maybe now I can write some music in my words.