Productive day yesterday. Kudos a moi.
We stand at:
in 16 days.
Someone asked why it takes so much effort to bang out only 7 or 8 pages a day. Trust me, it just does. It's not like I'm writing fiction, I can't just make this stuff up. Well, not much of it anyway.
The material is dense, and my will is weak. Sometimes it takes me 20 minutes to write one good sentence. On top of that, classes are still in session through the end of this week, so I can't just spend all of my time writing- I still have to read for and attend classes, go to graduation meetings, go to improv rehearsal, put on an improv show, and spend time with my Patto.
Next week we will see how much more I am able to get done without all those pesky classes and meetings getting in my way.
And the week after that I will write "Do Not Disturb" on my forehead and become a hermit until this is just finished.