Hi all,
My eyes feel like they been nuked and have broken out in radiation sores. Now there’s a pleasant image. Mentally and eyeballly I feel so tired, not so bad physically. Perhaps my eyes are suffering withdrawal symptoms after missing one of their thrice weekly dunkings in chlorine as I couldn’t go swimming on the weekend due to the pool being closed for the Victorian short-course championships.
My writing started out in a rush last week, but petered out towards the end. Things just got in the way, as usual. I ended up writing just a few less words than the week before. I finished chapter 13. At the moment, I am not going back and editing chapters, as I am in a rush to get to the end now that it is in sight. If I was writing a screenplay I would be just about at the end of the second act.
I think I may have read a chapter of the novel I am critiquing, I am not sure, and I was too tired to read much of anything else.
There’s always this week.
Graham.