Weekend reads and not doing much...

I'm still slowly working my way through Elizabeth Berg's The Dream Lover . It hasn't quite grabbed me, although full disclosure, my brain feels quite cotton-y and stuffed. I thought I was suffering from allergies but I now think I've got a spring cold, and it's a doozy. That, combined with a work retreat and the start of a 10-week writing class, and I feel like I've no time and very little focus. Since I'd done virtually no work on my novel since having a baby, my wife encouraged me to sign up for a ten-week "novel in progress" class at Grub Street , a local writing center. Excitingly, the instructor is historical novelist Tim Weed , which is such a treat. Although I had been feeling very blue about my novel and thinking I should just quit, I've left each class (two so far) feeling like my writing has great potential and that I might be able to develop my skill as a novelist. As I have the second half of my sabbatical coming up this summer,