So: if you are reading this post, it means that the people who live in the apartment directly above my head have not, in fact, managed to fall through my roof/their floor. For the past, oh, I don’t know — hour, perhaps? — there have been knocking noises of varying intensity and speed, intermittently sprinkled with heavy thuds and galumph-galumph-galumphs that make me fear for my ceiling, myself, and my cats.
Obviously, this is just the best environment ever for reading and editing a novel! I’m about two galumphs away from relocating to a much happier place (i.e. Starbucks). Speaking of that happier place, I haven’t had coffee in over a week, since before my unfortunate date with feeling horrible. I know, right? Weird for me, the Latte Queen. Side note: I’ve replaced lattes, temporarily, with tea. I used to think my coffee mugs were just special, magical sorts of coffee mugs, impervious to those annoying little brown rings that appear and don’t like to come off. Now that I’m tea-ing instead of coffee-ing, I’m discovering that this is most certainly not the case. My sweet ceramic vessels are merely ordinary, vulnerable, non-super-powered mugs, susceptible to vile, stubborn stains.
(Seriously, what are those people doing above me?)
Project: Edit is coming along well enough, though not as speedily as I had hoped. When I set my deadline for Phase One, I allotted two weeks, thinking, “Wow — This is a big challenge! I love big challenges. I can do this, but I’ll have to work really stinkin’ hard.” Unfortunately, I am (like the coffee mugs) susceptible to falling short of my own expectations, especially when random sickness strikes. If I had to give myself an arbitrary number that reflects my productivity level this week, I’d say I’ve been at a 6.2 on the scale of 1 to 10. Friday will be here soon, and I’m only (almost) a third of the way through the draft.
Therefore, I’m officially going to tweak the deadline by a week. If I can up my productivity level to at least an 8 (more like a 9.4)(what does that even mean?), I can most likely finish Phase One by Friday, the 5th of February.
Wow. Just as I’m about to leave for Starbucks, the banging overhead has finally stopped. Our ceiling is still in tact, and Mr. Cat is curled up on an electric blanket, safe and sound (and snoring).
Happy writing to you all!
Revision Update, Phase One | 104 pages down, 231 to go | 30.9% finished!