I had very high hopes for my weekend writing. Unrealistically high, I'm afraid. I should have known better after looking at the calendar and seeing dinner at our house for friends, baseball, and three other commitments. So as I looked at my page counter that moved up by 2 pages, I was slightly discouraged. Then I read an email or two from well-meaning (I'm assuming) Script Frenziers who ARE FINISHED and I was ready to give up entirely.
Not to worry - I have gotten past my moment of despair and know that I will catch up. There are still 11 days to go, and once I get past some obligations today and tomorrow, I should have a number of days with hours ready and waiting for the sound of my fingers on the keys.