I’m working on the final rewrites for the Sacred Memories monograph. It’s not as bad as I thought–all the issues are in the endnotes. When I originally wrote this manuscript, I had not planned to have any endnotes but that desire–that the book be aimed at the general reader who would not be interested in specific endnotes other than in a general sort of way–was abducted by the publisher who insisted that the book become more scholarly and include detailed citations. Ah well, the best laid plans. So I pulled the big box of notes and photocopies out of the attic and am going back through everything, linking citations, page numbers, and quotes. Luckily I had xeroxed everything I used (back in the day before digitization!) so it’s not as monumental a task as I originally feared. I plan to work from home on Friday and knock out what’s left of this thing. I’ve been piece mealing it each evening after after a full day at work. I feel like I need big blocks of solid time to write or rewrite–at least a couple of hours. I know I didn’t have that luxury when the kids were little but my brain has shifted, and I need it now. No softball practice or other kiddo activities this evening so I’ve been able to work through an entire chapter.