I tried to think of something clever to write to describe the weekend, but I couldnâ€™t, because all Iâ€™ve been doing is writing and I feel squeezed dry tonight. (The yeast infection, the serious shin splints and the ridiculously cold weather havenâ€™t helped.) Every spare second for the past three days, writing. I have about 10,000 words of stuff that in the good moments I think is actually decent. Then there are the moments that I feel like flushing it all down the toilet. These moments occur in abundance. But itâ€™s some kind of progress. The deadline is tomorrow, so itâ€™s up to the stars then.
The highlight of the weekend: see below.