What I’ve managed to do this weekend is depressing. Yes, so I put a new battery in my car (and in the process realized I had no antifreeze in there–yikes!). And I spent some time with my aunts. Did some organizing that desperately needed to be done. Finished reading another book. Converted another tape of music to digital files. Reached level 70 with my main alt in Warcraft. Played with the kitties.
What I didn’t do: write.
I opened my revision file. I looked at the revision. I looked again at the manuscript I’ve been thinking about self-e-pubbing just for fun. I flipped through a notebook of ideas and thought some more about my options for NaNoWriMo (What? I like to plan early!) And yet I managed to do nothing.
I’ve told myself that I’m not going to bed without revising another scene. I have an hour and a half before I have to start the Sunday night bedtime routine, so it’s possible.
So here’s the plan: go scrounge up some supper, pour a glass of Oliver’s Traminette, and REVISE.
