While some folks have to deal with Writers Block, I have to deal with this :

Little creep tried to eat my editing pen.

On a side note, anyone who has ever said a variation of “Writing is not real work” has never attempted to edit a novel.

On Saturday I set what I thought was a realistic goal of 50 pages.  I started at 10am.  I finished somewhere around 8pm.  Factor in an hour for lunch and another hour for yard work and that was easily an eight hour day.

In retrospect, I now see that was a bad number.  Fifty pages equals roughly 1/6th of the entire novel.  Today I took it easy and stuck with 25 pages.  That only took me about 5.5 hours to wrap up.

Would have been five without the cat.