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.