I don’t know why, but I had this delightful illusion (delusion?) that I would get back from Maine and jump feet first into all my on-hold projects the minute I walked through the door (okay, maybe an hour after I walked in).
It took three days after my return before I got my revising space set up. And then, like my piano-playing fingers, my revising muscles were clumsy and uncertain from the disuse. I’ve been pushing them, though, because I do have that self-imposed August 18th deadline looming on the horizon. Time marches on, regardless of whether or not my revising is humming along at optimal speed, like well-oiled machinery.
51 out of 63 scenes down (including the smushing together of several scenes). 12 more to go, most of them on red cards (meaning they need to be written from scratch). Also, school starts next week, so I’ve been organizing shelves, putting out the new books, ordering items through interlibrary loan and making lists of additional supplies.
I haven’t forgotten about those pictures, but, well, folks, Quartz takes priority. Soon. Really.
How are you all doing?