September
Okay, I've sorted the (UK, it was) editorial letter—went through it with my Allen & Unwin editor and worked out what was negotiable and what not (e.g. the buggery :) ). There's some work to be done, but I'm enthusiastic about it—I can see how much neater and better the book will be afterwards. So all's happy on that front.
I've been trying to move myself to finish a short story that was due (loosely) at the end of July, and finding this quite difficult. I wrote 16 pages of it, then decided to change the point of view character, then yesterday wrote 5 pages of the new version, and I think it will fly. But when I think of going back to it, I just feel like sleeping. And once that one's done, I've got to get another one (re)written by the end of September.
On the exercise front, I've been cranking into gear, and perhaps that will help. I did Pilates on Monday and ran with Jack on Monday night, and today went for the first bike ride since the end of July, and managed 33km without dying, although I needed a coffee infusion and some toast halfway.
I took on some tech. writing, foolish me. But I can do it from home, and it doesn't involve any brainsucking of Subject Matter Experts, so I should be able to manage that...
...on top of a completely frivolous trip to Brisbane Writers' Festival, which I'm going to just because I can, to be an audience member rather than a panellist or speaker. Oh, and a swigger of champagne with Mr Beattie—my goodness, my life is just wall-to-wall premiers, at the moment—and A&U authors and others! Oh, and a housewarmer for Lynne and John. Oh, and a wild applauder for Marianne and Agnes.
I'm also doing a stint at the Education Queensland Online Literature Festival; surveying the writing programs at my son's high school; being torn between doing a Jan-workshop on 22-23 September or going to the Writing History Festival at the NSW Writers' Centre on the Saturday and just doing a half-Jan-workshop on the Sunday; and waving Harry off to Laos and Cambodia on the 29th.
Quite a month.
I've been trying to move myself to finish a short story that was due (loosely) at the end of July, and finding this quite difficult. I wrote 16 pages of it, then decided to change the point of view character, then yesterday wrote 5 pages of the new version, and I think it will fly. But when I think of going back to it, I just feel like sleeping. And once that one's done, I've got to get another one (re)written by the end of September.
On the exercise front, I've been cranking into gear, and perhaps that will help. I did Pilates on Monday and ran with Jack on Monday night, and today went for the first bike ride since the end of July, and managed 33km without dying, although I needed a coffee infusion and some toast halfway.
I took on some tech. writing, foolish me. But I can do it from home, and it doesn't involve any brainsucking of Subject Matter Experts, so I should be able to manage that...
...on top of a completely frivolous trip to Brisbane Writers' Festival, which I'm going to just because I can, to be an audience member rather than a panellist or speaker. Oh, and a swigger of champagne with Mr Beattie—my goodness, my life is just wall-to-wall premiers, at the moment—and A&U authors and others! Oh, and a housewarmer for Lynne and John. Oh, and a wild applauder for Marianne and Agnes.
I'm also doing a stint at the Education Queensland Online Literature Festival; surveying the writing programs at my son's high school; being torn between doing a Jan-workshop on 22-23 September or going to the Writing History Festival at the NSW Writers' Centre on the Saturday and just doing a half-Jan-workshop on the Sunday; and waving Harry off to Laos and Cambodia on the 29th.
Quite a month.
posted by Among Amid While at 1:10 pm
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You might, or might not, be interested to know I used the expression "brainsuck" in one of my interminable meetings yesterday. It seemed to both adequately describe the process I was undertaking, and the affect said process was having on me.
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