First, I called in a favor at the dojo and had another teacher take all my classes Tuesday so I could have my prime writer-brain time for revisions. I've never done that. I felt guilty for about an hour, then I got over it. The gains in revisions were huge.
The days I did teach were awesome. Sometimes good classes suddenly click, teacher and students all in sync, and that's what it's been.
Remember some time ago, when I mentioned my karate classes had nearly reached a 50/50 female/male ratio? Well, that balance took a bit of a tumble when we moved to the new location. But as of this week, I'm closing in on a 60/40 split. All four new students I signed up in the last two weeks are girls. Next week, I start up my women's only class again, and have five women already signed up to try it out. This pleases me immensely.
(Shihan, who partners with me to teach at my dojo when he can, mentioned the sudden influx of females. I smiled. "Welcome to the matriarchy, sir!")
And the revisions are going swimmingly. The novel doesn't suck. I think it's really holding together--surprising to me, considering how much I thought this story felt like a patchwork quilt assembled by a platypus. I've a third of the novel yet to tweak and two new little scenes to write. My original goal was to finish by midnight. A more realistic goal would be to finish by tomorrow.
Tomorrow night. I've a karate tournament to attend for much of the day. Five of my students are competing. I am not. Both of those facts make me happy.
Sunday will be my entire weekend. I plan to clean house, fill at least three large bags with stuff to donate, and start my seedlings.