So it wasn't a five day week. Again. It was four. But only because I woke up on Thursday to no heat. It was very, very cold in here. My fingers couldn't type. It's the truth! Didn't get heat back until around noon. And I couldn't start writing then because I just can't do it at that hour on the first draft.
I reached the end of my rewriting on Monday. It's been all new from there. I'm not exactly zipping along, but it's better than where I was when I stopped to start over.
I've decided that from now on, every hour I miss on my writing schedule, I 'll have to read that many hours of something by James Patterson. This is the aversion technique. Anybody have any ideas which one to start with? Just the thought of it makes me feel that I'll have a five day week coming up.
The following week I have to go into NYC on that Wednesday. This is a must. So I'll lose that day. And I don't think it counts re the reading of Patterson. I'm not going to torture myself if my lost time is something I can't help.
I've set myself up for the next chapter so I feel relatively calm about sitting down here on Monday morning. I wish I felt a sense of excitement about it. That happens from time to time, from book to book. But it hasn't happened during the writing of this novel. Well, I still have two thirds to write so there's a chance I'll get that wonderful jolt.