Sitting up, I looked around.
Rain and fog had subdued the sunshine outside. My butt was numb and my eyes were tired.
I’d just finished editing the sixth chapter today. Lifting my coffee cup, I discovered nothing but dried residue inside.
What the hell?
I hadn’t been working that long, guessing it was two hours, but it was focused and intense. I loved what I’d written. I remembered being in such a zone when I wrote those chapters. It was just last June, June 2018. I’d hesitated to begin them, working around them for a few days before telling myself, just write them. Just do it.
So I did, and they worked out well.
I want to go on, but I’ve hit some limits. Other things require my attention and presence, and why be greedy? It’s been an excellent day of editing like crazy.
There’ll be more tomorrow.