Hi-ho, squiders, hope you’re doing well!
I finally finished my readthrough today, and it has worked–I am ready and willing to dive into the madness that is revision (though I will admit, since I feel like the draft is in pretty decent shape except for my inability to remember what deck the captain’s cabin is on, that I am worried that I might actually make it worse).
Of course, my timing, as always, is bad.
It is the last week of school. A time of chaos, where all schedules go out the window and where we try to stuff everything in last minute.
My oldest has some sort of special park day tomorrow. He asked me what he’s supposed to bring to school. I can find no information to give him. Thursday is some sort of grade/pod battle day, and who even knows about Friday. My youngest had field day today (I forgot to sunblock her), has an orchestra concert on Thursday, and a half day on Friday. I have bought gift cards to give to the bus driver and my youngest’s teacher (she would also like to give her a copy of Hidden Worlds so I need to go see if I have any floating about), but have yet to figure out where the middle school teacher gift card distribution system is.
And then, of course, Memorial Day stuff, and it’s my youngest’s birthday next week. Have I bought her a present? No. Have I distributed gift ideas to the grandparents? Mostly. (Note to self: text Mother-in-Law) Have I done anything for her party aside from texting out invitations to her friends’ parents? Also no.
All this to say that, realistically, it may be next Thursday before I actually make any real progress.
Why Kit, you may ask, why Thursday?
Because that’s when my WRITING RETREAT starts! 😀
This is the same one I went to last year, which was so lovely and productive, that I immediately signed up again when registration opened (which was a good plan because it sold out after like a week). General plan is to make good headway on the revision and try not to get too down on myself.
(I have a string of query and short story rejections over the last few days, which has been a bit rough.)
(Oh, I found Giuseppe again, but promptly misplaced him immediately.)
Of course, the dream would be to start before then. But it is good to be realistic when life is being Life, so one does not get too depressed about lack of progress.
(Hoping for Friday morning. Friday afternoon is already lost. Alas.)
Happy Tuesday to you!
