I desperately wanted to work on the new fiction outline and edit some stories for the collection. There just weren’t enough hours in my days. I had extra volunteer commitments and school-related issues that sucked the energy right out of me. Add in some unexpected reviews of the interior proof and cover proof for Still Life, and I knew there would be little progress to enjoy.
So I look back on the week and realize I have made some strides, albeit small, and I look to tomorrow and the weekend with eager anticipation. It is just a reminder that this process is never-ending…and rarely predictable.