I didn’t forget yesterday, I just made the deliberate decision not to blog until I met with my editor. And once I did that, it was pretty late and I was tired.

But the good news is, my usually hard to please editor really liked the story. Some plot points we had been arguing, he liked in context. Which is unusual. I’m more likely to subvert or outright defy a trope than play it straight, which my editor hates. He’s quite traditional in his storytelling. I often have to remind him that when he puts the words on paper, he can decide how the story is told. Until then, I listen to and value his opinions, but it’s my story.

All that being said, I didn’t get any writing done this week, so far. Editing, yes. Which is important, but also what I edited was not April’s Chelsea story. Something I will have to rectify by this weekend. Still, I did get work done. And I used to bounce between projects like this a lot, while still maintaining months of backlogged stories for Chelsea. So I think that means progress, at least from a creative stand point, if not from a “actually getting a ton of backlog drafted” point. I know where I want to be, but if being disabled has taught me anything, it’s that any progress is good progress.