I began this week with wild excitement. The end of my novella was in sight. And then I got distracted--by life, by my website, by the unwilling re-learning that I'm not superwoman to achieve everything. But why can't I be superwoman?
So today and tomorrow I'll be working furiously trying to cram the writing in--both the last chapter and finish the synopsis. The last is a ha-ha. I'm not going to finish the synopsis in a couple of days. I write it as I revise the MS and I'm about half way through.
Sadly this week my ambition (in the sense of intention) has outstripped my energy--who knew there are only 24 hours in a day?