I kind of failed on my blogging intentions last week--between apartment hunting and all the joyful things that come with May, like graduation parties and baby showers, life has been moving along at a pretty good clip over here.
As far as progress on my WIP is concerned, I've just about finished re-rewriting all the rewrites that I lost last month, and I went on a chapter-cutting rampage last week that made me feel lighter and better. I'd really like to be finished with a final-ish draft by the end of July, but I haven't drawn up a schedule yet to help me reach that goal and I don't know that one would help at this point.
No writing will get done tonight, however, because today is my two-year wedding anniversary, and I am planning to cook a small feast for my husband. He gave me some pasta-making equipment for my birthday last week (don't worry, I am the kind of girl who loves to get kitchen tools as gifts), and I think I'm going to try making a batch of fresh ravioli.
To me, our wedding anniversary feels a little arbitrary because we were together for almost a decade before we decided to get married, and there were a lot of special days we could choose to celebrate from those first ten years. Also because our matrimony that night in Istanbul was not legally binding, and I believe the ceremony was performed by a waiter. But it was a great evening of dining and dancing under the stars, and without getting too corny, I have to say that it was pretty special to be surrounded by our family and friends. So tonight, celebration--tomorrow, nose back to the grindstone.