Have to confess I'm still a Big Fat Procrastinator.
NO writing done this week-end, and I haven't been getting in 15 minutes of free writing in the mornings AT ALL. I should be taking advantage of the long summer days. I'm blazing with the energy (if not the will) to write. When winter swings back, I'll be shambling around like a tired old bear again.
At least I'm coughing up a few blog posts. And I doing a critique every week. God I'm pathetic.
This week-end I'm going to try to find the right actions/scene for the Enlightenment story. I'll start out by free writing like crazy and see if my subconscious can throw me a couple of crumbs.
If I can keep this pace up, my first shitty novel draft should be finished when I'm 82.