In which I argue with myself.

I get it. You’re mad that I didn’t meet my ambitious goal for the revision work I was gonna get done while folks were away at ComiCon.

That was the whole point of not going! God! Slacker.

Well, I did manage to get in four yoga classes, several miles of bicycling, a chunk of time with friends I don’t see nearly often enough, and a reread of one of my favorite books ever. Not to mention catching up on the laundry. And some of the time, while I was doing all those things, I was thinking about the graphic novel.

Oh right, “thinking.” Like that counts.

Um, would you rather we revise without thinking?

You’re missing the point. It’s important that we feel bad about not getting the work done!

Which work are you talking about?

The WORK! Dialog! Panel descriptions! Words in the damn Scrivener document! Geez!

Well, that definitely needs to happen, you’re right. But I dunno, there’s this Emerson quote:

We do not know today whether we are busy or idle. In times when we thought ourselves indolent, we have afterwards discovered, that much was accomplished, and much was begun in us. All our days are so unprofitable while they pass, that ’tis wonderful where or when we ever got anything of this which we call wisdom, poetry, virtue. We never got it on any dated calendar day.

I think it might apply.