Novel is…GOING ok

I’ve not made as much novel progress as I hoped this month. Partly because my job has become busier and I’ve been exhausted. So, instead of writing, I come home from work, putz around on Pinterest staring at pictures of pretty people, before binging three episodes of The Tudors. God I loathe the show, but I cannot stop watching it (and complaining about it). I really like to complain about it. My husband hasn’t watched one minute of it, but he can tell you everything about it. I haven’t been this happy to be annoyed since I binge-watched Bridezillas. 

In other news, the editor who read the first chapter of my WIP gave me wonderful advice. She taught me many things that I’m happy to know. BUT, it slowed my editing to a crawl. It turns out it was a lot easier just writing whatever dreck came to mind, rather than crafting sentences that pop, and figuring out how to start paragraphs without -ing verbs.

So after editing my -ings and extra verbs today, I got bored. Then, I spent the evening reading bad reviews of cheesy photo studios. I’m counting it as research into my hero’s career, and not at all the whim of an ADHD woman who loves reading horrible reviews.

That’s it. No glaring successes. No true failures. My novel isn’t progressing as fast as I need it to. I vowed to finish it by the end of summer but it’s only half written. Ah well.