Last week I was horrified to find that The Telegraph has removed 26 weeks worth of material from A Novel In A Year. I'd pretty much caught up to that point, but I was still mulling over some of the earlier exercises and assignments. Must work faster. (Like that's going to happen.)
I have finished a draft of the essay I was working on. However, I want to submit it to a site that's interested in creative nonfiction. Creative nonfiction is nonfiction that reads like fiction. So I have to rewrite it. You'd think I'd be rather down about that, but for some reason I'm not.
And I should be able to finish cleaning the office next week. If I don't, the parts I've cleaned will be getting dirty again before the whole room is done.
I finished painting my bedroom, though. That's one thing done.