All right, the goal was 80 pages over the weekend, and I didn’t quite make it. Instead, I’m looking at ten pages to go sitting here on Monday afternoon. Not bad, really. If I still have any brain power left this evening, I might even get them done before the true deadline. (I started this novel rewrite on January 15, and told myself I had until February 15 to get’er done). Overall, that’s not too bad, I guess.
Even better to my way of thinking is that I know what I’m going to write next–or at least I know the starting point.
So, all is well.
And now I’m off to shovel the snow for a bit.