Actually, April's kind of a slog, I have to say. Brilliant autumn days that I mostly can't go out in, except to the dayjob.
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*
A quirky post, I'd say. I shall scribble out the word 'boring' for you.
ReplyDeleteKeep going, Margo! Sit by the window to enjoy those autumn colours. We belieeeve in you.
God, your seasons are weird. *stares out the window into the middle of spring*
ReplyDeleteBore away. We will wait.
Thanks, Suzukiwillow and Raych—I will soldier on. (Also, no, it's YOUR seasons that are weird, Raych. :) )
ReplyDeleteI don't mind the scribbles too much. I'm glad you'll make it to the deadline and I gotta say there isn't a lot of brilliant autumn days here. The sky is cloudy, its cold and its not even raining.
ReplyDeleteKeep faffing if you want, I'll still read it :)