I've managed to lose the better part of the week. I wrote Tuesday and Wednesday, but not today and I won't tomorrow. So this has been a two day week. My shortest yet.
Part of it is beyond my control. Actually, it all is except for Monday which I took on purpose.
I don't want to be sitting here on the 4th of July rewriting as I was last year. I want to have a summer.
Okay then. Pull myself together, right? Right. I'll try.
But I don't think this novel is gelling. Something about it is very wrong. Maybe I'll figure it out over the next three days. I'm reading a good novel. Sometimes that helps. Still, the way I feel today (depressed in case you didn't get it) I don't think anything will help.