Still Slogging

I managed to get two more chapters edited last night.

It's killing me. I just want to start working on the type-ins. The red pen feels very ineffectual when I know the actual Word doc is sitting there in all its rough draft glory.

I'd like to say I'm going to really hammer away at the darn thing this weekend, but I'm not sure how much time I'm going to have. Tonight I may or may not end up going to see the Mummy III with one of my dearest girlfriends. Tomorrow I have a family reunion I'm supposed to attend and help "run". This means Sunday may be the only full day I'll have to do laundry, clean the house, and edit.

And you know my procrastinating butt will decide housecleaning is so much more important than slogging. Doesn't matter that I detest cleaning the house. It'll be the appealing alternative to dealing with the messy manuscript from hell.

Seriously, I'm beginning to think I can't write at all, that I've been deluding myself. I can't even count how many poorly written transitions I've encountered so far. I keep hoping things will get better, but I'm not seeing the light at the end of this tunnel. Not even a glimmer.

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