We had a pool day with the King kids today. Twas grand. Like, very fun, very sweet, very wholesome. Everybody had a good time. The whole gang was there, all three kids. HOT day, too, which made it feel extra nice.
Got my reading done. I one thousand percent average ten pages of reading/editing per hour. So…writing 60 pages a week right now means two days on the weekend of three hours each. That’s just about my max, man. And I really really need to be reading my prose these days. For whatever reason, I just need to. I’m changing, I think, getting better. But that makes shit more chaotic at the same time, which is kind of wild. I have to really reign it all in, and I wish I had more time to do that, actually, but here we are. Just doing out best under a tight deadline.
Sigh.
Don’t get me wrong. The book is good. It’s different, which is a little scary, just like the novella was, but it’s good. Even my cowriter says so.
Night night.