I’m starting to get concerned about my lack of enthusiasm for editing the novel. Just in the last forty-five minutes. The four days where I didn’t edit the novel so far this month, I wasn’t concerned. I just didn’t have time. Today, at lunch, I have time. Yet I don’t edit and I’m not sure why exactly. I don’t like the loose schedule for editing I’ve come up with, I don’t like the lack of progress accountability with the process. I should’ve planned it better.