Racing Against Time
August 23, 1999
6:54 a.m.
So we went to the go-kart track, and we played putt-putt golf and arcade games. Brigid's kart was faster than mine the first round, and she passed me by, waving and grinning with her eyes big and her hands gripping the wheel tightly. But mine was faster than hers the second time, so I returned the favor. We ate dinner at a cafeteria-style place on the way back. And for the first time in a long time, we vegged out in front of the television set for an hour before going to bed. All-in-all, it was a great Sunday.   Lest we forget what I'm doing, here, though, let me say that I've finished the second draft of what is now titled "The Taranth Stone," and am about half-way through a third draft. This will primarily be a line-editing draft, though. So it should be done tomorrow, I hope. Then I'll tool through a quick clean-up of "Separated by Sky," and it will be on to something new. One hiccup to the process, though. I'll be traveling for work this week (which means I'll probably not update Wednesday or Thursday), and I'll just have to see what that does to my output. Have a great day.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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"I think my students believe that when a published writer finishes something, she crosses the last t, pushes back from the desk, yawns, stretches, and smiles. I do not know anyone who has ever done this. Not once." Anne Lamott |
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