After struggling mightily with the current manuscript for the past two days, today actually turned out to be fairly productive. No barn-burner, you understand, just a good solid day of work. It's always a relief to realize that you're not really that talentless hack the little voice in the back of your head keeps whispering that you are. (I think all writers probably have that little voice at times.) I've compared writing to baseball before, and I still think the comparison is valid. You write your way out of a slump just like you hit your way out of a slump. Of course, it remains to be seen whether I'm really out of this one. Let's give it a few days.