April is the coolest month!
Here I am on the third day of my Easter-weekend all-but-final-assault on the novel revisions. Have had one ordinary day, one good day and one very faffy morning. You, dear blog readers, are being faffed at right now. I am boring (yes, that's the operative word) through to the end-of-April deadline, and I think I will make it. I can't imagine what that will feel like; pretty much like not-having-an-albatross-around-my-neck, I expect.
Pre-deadline upcoming wonderfulness includes the Vogel party. We are awarding the 30th Australian/Vogel's literary award to a writer whose name will only be revealed on Wednesday night, but the book will be available right away, having been through the editorial/publication process since we decided on our winner last August. This is going to be a Big Bash, with Fancy Guests from all over to celebrate 30 years of Vogelicious literature.
Post-deadline wonderfulness of course is all about flying away, away, with an absolutely jampacked-with-work three weeks in between the two trips.
So I promise to get interesting soon. But for the moment it's all just scribble-scribble-scribble, sit and think, then scribble some more.
So why don't you go and look at this wiggly dancing by Lil Buck and Yo Yo Ma (via @Gwenda)?
UPDATE: The Australian/Vogel shortlistees are published in the Australian today. They are: Jade Maitre, for A Short Death, Rohan Wilson, for The Roving Party, and Romy Ash for Floundering. *zips lips, waits for Wednesday*