My brain hurts.

But I've written nine pages of the new chapter 3 of my novel. It was harder than I thought, though I should have known, by how much I've managed to procrastinate and tell myself, "oh, how hard can it be, I'm just combining the best parts out of a couple of previous drafts and cutting all the boring parts."Actually, I'm doing a complete rewrite and at the moment it is reading more like a first draft. Sure, I've put in some of the bits that worked well from previous versions, but I'd say 85% of it is new. I also procrastinate because I know too well what an energy-vampire working on the novel is once I get into it. It's hard to just put it aside and do something else once I get in "novel mode."I've had a couple of really cool insights in the process that I think will strengthen my causal chain and make better use of an important character. Whee!I've got the day off tomorrow because the college I teach at is on spring break. I probably won't make it to the gym tomorrow. I may not get out of my bathrobe. (Ok, scratch that last one -- I do have a few errands to run.) But I will get this chapter rewritten in a way that works better for the novel, even if it's still rough in places. And I'm enough of a masochist that I'm looking forward to it.Don't start a novel, people. I realize this advice probably comes too late from most people who might read this. Oh well, at least the habit is healthier than smoking crack.