Some Thoughts before Statistics

I have a few minutes before my student shows up. I don't want to tutor. I want to write. Or eat. Pizza. Pepperoni pizza.

Or write.

I made a solid chunk of progress with Werbel. I jumped ahead a bunch of months. I don't know if that's allowed. I know that I can't write every, single, individual day for everybody in the story, but I'm not sure how the time-jumping is supposed to work in writing. Anyway, I jumped forward, and Werbel's getting beastlier physically but worn down in terms of morale. I haven't said much about it yet, but he is quieter, more angry. I think Jesse is going to be used against him.

I still don't have much of an idea of what's going on, but I hope that will be ok. I keep reassuring myself by insisting that far worse books have been published. Admittedly, it's not just a delusion. I've read a few books like that and spurned a few books like that. I also have a side-dream of writing, illustrating, or writing and illustrating children's books. That's where the tosh becomes exemplary. Writing a tacky young-adults' novel is excusable, but some of the children's books I've seen have gone above and beyond the call of ineptitude. In light of recent political news, I suppose that's the American dream.

He's here. Tutoring time!