I have been lax.
There, I've admitted it. The funny thing is I have been writing, pretty much every day.
So why am I a full chapter behind?
Well, that would be because I have developed a strange new procrastination technique. For some unknown and ungodly reason I have been trying to get rid of every WAS in my last chapter. Seriously. I have no idea what that sad little verb did to piss me of, but suddenly I am obsessed with killing them. I spent two full days going through it sentence by sentence and trying to rewrite to pull the verb out.
Wow, now is that procrastination or what? When I gave serious thought to going through the chapter backwards and trying to rework all those sentences I couldn't kill the WAS in the first time--well that's when I knew I was in serious trouble. So I wrestled my muse to the ground and sent the chapter off to my crit partners before she could shoot off another procrastinators attack like trying to get me to murder all of those innocent little dialogue tags. . . wait.
I think she already got me with that one.
As I get further and further into this book ( I am revising chapter four now) it is becoming increasingly clear that I need to take my sneaky little Muse to lunch and have the "It's not you, it's me" chat with her. I need to find me a new Muse. One who is not obsessed with perfectionism. One who knows when to let go. One who will let me move on.
One who will not keep harping on that poor harmless verb was.