I am a day ahead of schedule writing/editingwise, which is a good thing because I am hungover, exhausted, and coming down with a cold. The book launch was amazing. It was standing room only (although a very small space), and I leaned in the back and beamed like an idiot. I married well.
I’m working on the section of the book where the title comes from, and it reminds me of my arc. Joan Didion writes all day and then reads her pages in the evening with a drink. I have not been reading what I have edited, although I originally thought I would read the whole thing every morning before I started. However if I don’t get the timing wrong, I should have most of Thursday to do the final read through and catch inconsistencies. Or not.
Now is not the time for major structural changes or broad anxiety about whether or not my arc is all it should be. Cut, elaborate, and polish the prose until it shines. No whiskey tonight. I will sleep after I drive. Let’s hope my pages are more coherent than this post.
Let’s all get the fuck of the internet and writing.