Not much to report this week. It's editing all the way down.
As of right now, I've got 22 pages left. So, as you can tell, I've been cranking on this to the exclusion of pretty much everything else. I eat, I edit, I clean.
Speaking of cleaning, I bathed the cat. Then I did some spot-cleaning on the carpet where she usually lays. The next day, I deep cleaned the bathroom.
I haven't really read much. I'm partway through a book I bought last month. Can't remember the title right now.
Watched a boatload of Olympics when I was taking short breaks. USA! Woo!
I seriously want to go fishing this morning. It's all rainy and cool. But no thunderboomers. Perfect weather for me. But 22 pages. And I promised myself I'd get this to the editor by tonight. I had hoped to get it finished last night, but I had a problem with a scene and couldn't figure out how to fix it. I ended up printing those pages off and rewriting the old fashioned way - by hand. It's fixed, but those few pages took about an hour out of my steady chug. Oh well. It's so much better now.
Anyhoo, I should probably get back at it. If the siren song of drowning worms doesn't lure me off.
Lure me off... get it? ROFL