Think I'll keep a time log just to see how I spend the day I intend to use to edit:
7:30 am: Wake up. Realize I don't have to go to work. Try to go back to sleep. Yell at husband for snoring. Eventually doze off again.
9:00: Wake up. Recall that husband promised to make coffee and breakfast for me today so I could focus on my novel. Stare at him creepily until he wakes up. Engage in some witty banter. Realize he isn't getting out of bed.
9:45: Trudge to coffee maker. Prepare bowl of cereal. Stare out of window. Check how my mutual funds are doing.
10:05: Walk to where husband is still sleeping. Harass. Lose interest. Clean office up a little bit.
10:20: Husband gets up. I go to study. Set up computer. Run out of office screaming because there's a FREAKING WASP BUZZING AROUND IN THERE.
10:22: Husband valiantly slays wasp. I feel mildly guilty but stay away just in case it comes back to life and insist he flushes it. Begin editing a chapter, keeping an eye out for additional wasps.
10:45: Feel paranoid that wasps are lurking about, waiting to interrupt my creative genius. Check the storage closet for a fly swatter. Do not find one. Husband promises to take me out to get one during lunch break.
10:59: Edit two chapters.
11:30: Husband interrupts to tell me birds are nesting in the herb garden. I go oohhh and ahhh.
11:33: Edit half a chapter.
12:00: Begin writing blog entry.
12:15: Edit a paragraph
12:35: Wander off and change clothes. Think about motorcycles.
12:49: Edit a sentence.
12:50: LUNCH BREAK!
3:48: Return from lunch+errands (good pizza, Target, petting rescue dogs at PetSmart, check on real estate investments) Check Facebook.
4:30: wander off and get a spiked cider.
4:45: Resume editing. Believe I'm obviously far more talented with spiked cider as my muse.
5:09: Watch baby moose video on Facebook.
If ever I wondered why it's taken me five years to edit this novel, now I know.