As I look back at this past week, that's what I find myself thinking the most. Just where did all my time go? When I think back, I seem to have had more than enough of it, but apparently not as I didn't get as much done as I would have liked. The obvious answer is of course that I managed my time pretty badly, but even that doesn't quite seem to amount for things.
At least I got some editing done. I can say that. I experienced the joy and horror of going through something I wrote a while ago too when I went through the date scenes again. The really sad part about that is that I didn't really change a thing. I just wasn't in the mood for something like that when I was going through them. They weren't actually so bad that they required editing. I've discovered that a lot of the later stuff, when I really found my pace and fully understood where things were going, wasn't that bad. The rest of the edits should fly by. If I ever get started on them.
There's no real excuse for everything I've not gotten done this week. I've also gotten a few things done that weren't on the plan though. Such as a lot of cleaning up. So it's not all bad, I guess.