Editing a manuscript is not for the faint of heart. I've been working on my novella for the last two weeks and barely finished ten pages.
This weekend is free and I planned to spend it in my office, but I decided to bake bread instead. The last time oven I turned the oven was in December. That should tell you how often I use it. Anything to delay the editing. It's called procrastination and I'm really, really good at it.
I turned the oven on, and nothing happened, it's on the fritz. Drat. I can't bake in a cold oven, no freshly baked bread for breakfast.
Next, I did the laundry, made pasta sauce, grated cheese to go with the pasta, in the process I drank a pot of coffee and cleaned my office. Now I'm tired and out of things I'm willing to do. A Fire Within awaits, got it back from the editor and have to finish it.
Oh wait, the cat needs fresh water and food, have to go downstairs and feed kitty.
Till next time,
A Hotel in Paris