Morning Campers, (*amend
time of day as applicable*).
As I type, I have the
slightest smidge of a hangover. I am not, however, seeking pity or sympathy. I love a good all-day headache when it means I've had an
excellent previous evening of fun. I shall stay pyjama-ed up and filled
with tea 'til sundown, and tomorrow I'll be perky and shiny once more.
But mid-week, beer-soaked
evenings are rare these days. This one came about because my old college
mate suggested it and yet in terms of timing, it was perfect. I am
currently experiencing a brief lull in the book-creating process so can have
the odd late night and fuzzy head with no worries.
The good news is, this lull
is not because of a lack of creative juices or an 'I can't do it, it's too
hard' lull. I have had ALL of those lulls in the past and I know it isn't
that. Instead, I am in the happy position of having to wait for some
people to get back to me about things they are doing. I LOVE this.
For the past few years I've typed away at my desk with no one else being
involved. Now, people are involved. Actual people. Somehow
it legitimises everything. Hurrah.
The other exciting thing
that has happened since my last update is that I now own ten ISBN numbers. I
OWN NUMBERS. GET ME. A giddy gasp of excitement escaped my lips
when I got the email. Another legitimising and pleasing moment.
For the rest of the week, I
have little jobs to fill my lull. I need a blurb for the outside back cover, an
author biography for the inside back cover, and a photo. A photo of me.
I have taken and deleted approximately 1039557395 already, and not seen
one that makes me look three stone thinner. I shall keep fighting the
good fight.
In other news, and as a
parting gift to you all, here
is what I had for tea a few nights ago. It was lovely. As you were.
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