The slug apparently built a Death Star...

...and fired it directly at my head while I slept.  I woke up to a hell of a migraine, which pretty much wiped out my morning and left me drained the rest of the day. Amazingly, though, I still managed to slog through the daily schedule.  Must have been those capsules of Advil Migraine I fired down the Death Star's exhaust port.

Reading: Today's chapter of Musicophilia was about people with perfect pitch

Exercising: 20 minutes on the elliptical strider

Music Stuff: Didn't do much, but I at least went through the song I have to audition Thursday night for this Solo Artist Showcase thing the chorus I'm in is doing in February.  I'm feeling rather grumbly about the policy change this year that requires everyone to audition, unlike last year when you didn't have to audition if you had sung in it the year before.

Writing Business: A story came home, hanging its head in shame, so I sent it off to play at another magazine.  The kids there will probably make fun of it and send it home crying, but I've assured the story that it will never make any friends if it doesn't at least try.

Writing: I really had to force myself into the writing tonight, but once I started, it actually wasn't too terrible.  Got a few hundred words done on the chapter 2 rewrite, which isn't much, but it's at least more than I did yesterday.

The slug lies dormant once more

My schedule got thrown off a little today, courtesy of sleeping in a touch later than I should have and working a piano lesson into the routine. Nonetheless, I successfully told the slug where to shove it.

Reading: A short yet interesting chapter of Musicophilia.  Tomorrow, when I have a little more time to read than I did today, I'm hoping to plow through the rest of the book's second section, which will put me at the halfway-through mark.

Exercising: 20 minutes on the elliptical strider again, though at a more vigorous pace than yesterday's leisurely, migraine-induced pace.

Music Stuff: Whole lot of that today.  I started piano lessons with a friend of mine.  My mother teaches piano, and I took a few lessons from her when I was young, but it was one of those shoemaker's daughter situations where that fell by the wayside since the students who actually paid her understandably took priority in scheduling. I'm mostly self-taught as a result, so my technique is kind of crap.  I've been wanting to remedy that and kept talking about lessons, so AsYouKnowBob, in his infinite awesomeness, paid for my first 5 lessons as a Christmas gift.

On the vocal front, I had church choir rehearsal tonight, and I even snuck in some practicing before dinner.  The piano lesson must have put me in a singing mood.

Writing: Finally finished the first scene of chapter 2.  Man, that took way too long.  The next scene, which I started working on today, shouldn't be nearly as painful to get through, though.  The first scene had to be almost entirely rewritten from scratch because of the plot level changes I've made to the novel, but those changes don't affect the second scene to such an extent, so I can recycle most of what's already there.  That, and I absolutely LOVE writing for the POV character in this scene.  I think that love bleeds through onto the page, because his scenes always seem to draw better writing out of me.