The only other soul I saw was a random giant dog that scared me as I took a coffee break by the river.
Here are the details:
Rough draft of my thesis is due in exactly one month.
For the first time this weekend, I put all of my stories together to see how much writing I have done. I have about 180 pages. ONE HUNDRED AND EIGHTY PAGES, YO. Who knew? That's about seven stories, and about 5-7 more short things that are maybe short-shorts or maybe unfinished things or maybe who-knows-whats as of yet. But this weekend was a weekend of assessment, and I feel good about what I have.
I also finished a story, wrote two flash fiction pieces, finished reading three books (hello!), and wrote one review.
I took a few small breaks to visit the river, but mostly I was working away in the big, big quiet.
My game. I was on it.
And you know me, I can't do anything without a plan. So about 4 hours of Saturday was spent working on a giant chart, breaking the next month down into manageable chunks of revision.
I feel like I can do this. It's not like I have a choice, anyway.