I spent almost all day rereading those quasi-YA books of mine. I don’t even know why. (Not that I reread all of them or anything. I was just looking for a few scenes of interest because I couldn’t remember how they had played out and then before I knew it I was rereading the whole of one of the books, and the whole side-story collection where the shades of two of the heroes’ fathers were watching over them in the House of Hades, which ended sort of abruptly so I also had to reread the end of the last book, and then…)
Seriously, I must have spent fifteen hours just rereading my own garbage.
Very humiliating to realize I’d done that.
However, at least I did a little actual writing before that (mostly just writing out a future plot detail for a story I’m sort of stalled on), so at least it wasn’t 100% a wasted day, but pretty darn close. (And I should not have found the idea of “bull tossing” nearly as funny as I did, not matter how much the shades were talking about the time too much wine had given Achilles and Aias the idea to try lifting a bull.)
Time today: 35 minutes
Time in July to date: 23:07:30.46