22/08/2005
Worn out....
By 'eck! 'Worn out'? That's a grand northern expression.
But what I really mean to say is..Do you know how tired I am?
Answer: No, you can't, because even I don't know how tired I am. Something has to give... but not my book, not my characters, not my commitment to my readers to give them the best realisation of the story that lives in my head... which means I don't sleep properly because I'm weighing up which parts of the story really need to make it to the page, I rise at dawn or before, because I need to get 'at it', and my whole life is ruled by the fact tht my eds need to start copyediting by the end of this week, and they rely on me to come up with some copy-editing-able material that makes my spine tingle. And until I tell it right my spine don't tingle.
Now, I'm getting out of bed and into the writing cave before the owls go to bed tomorrow- so this is my mail for the 23rd August everyone!
If anyone had told me how exhausting, how draining, how utterly eye-reddening and emotionally zapping this story-telling palaver was going to be, I would still say... Oh, wow! This is the best job in the world!
Happy reading everyone!
Love Susan
But what I really mean to say is..Do you know how tired I am?
Answer: No, you can't, because even I don't know how tired I am. Something has to give... but not my book, not my characters, not my commitment to my readers to give them the best realisation of the story that lives in my head... which means I don't sleep properly because I'm weighing up which parts of the story really need to make it to the page, I rise at dawn or before, because I need to get 'at it', and my whole life is ruled by the fact tht my eds need to start copyediting by the end of this week, and they rely on me to come up with some copy-editing-able material that makes my spine tingle. And until I tell it right my spine don't tingle.
Now, I'm getting out of bed and into the writing cave before the owls go to bed tomorrow- so this is my mail for the 23rd August everyone!
If anyone had told me how exhausting, how draining, how utterly eye-reddening and emotionally zapping this story-telling palaver was going to be, I would still say... Oh, wow! This is the best job in the world!
Happy reading everyone!
Love Susan
