Today's supposed to be a day to crash... it's also my first Sunday off in four weeks. Instead, I have another 15 chapters to edit, and I'm going to try to get through five or six of them today, counting a new chapter that I have to add. If I can get a submission package in the mail by this Friday (which means I have to have at least 100 pages in fourth-draft condition so I feel good about the first 50) I'll feel like I can start editing my new book this weekend, since I will have had six weeks of time to let it ferment. Getting a little nervous about it, too... I'm so afraid it's too raw and it's really going to suck.

On top of that, if I'm not writing/ editing, I'm cleaning. The house is looking pretty ridiculous. This morning, my cats told me to straighten it the hell up. At least my kitchen and one of the bathrooms are clean, so it could be worse.