Loose ends
I haven't posted on here for exactly two months, I notice. But as a result, perhaps, I just yesterday completed what I hope will be the penultimate draft of my first book. It's ready for human consumption and various humans are consuming it.
Of course, now I'm in the period when it occurs to me while at the gym that the first use of the word "collaboration" in the literary sense was in 1802, and that I should stick that fact into that one paragraph in chapter one. So I'm lifting weights saying "1802" with every repetition so I don't forget. I still wake up at 6:00 thinking about the fact that one of my endnotes is in the wrong place. And the Chicago Manual of Style is staring at me, daring me to start checking the formatting of citations.
But I took the dog for an hour long walk and I'm desperately trying to ignore the 190-sheet pile of prose on my desk and force myself to take a day off. I'd love to be at loose ends, but I'm finding it hard even to start reading White Noise for the first time, or to noodle around on the bass.
Of course, now I'm in the period when it occurs to me while at the gym that the first use of the word "collaboration" in the literary sense was in 1802, and that I should stick that fact into that one paragraph in chapter one. So I'm lifting weights saying "1802" with every repetition so I don't forget. I still wake up at 6:00 thinking about the fact that one of my endnotes is in the wrong place. And the Chicago Manual of Style is staring at me, daring me to start checking the formatting of citations.
But I took the dog for an hour long walk and I'm desperately trying to ignore the 190-sheet pile of prose on my desk and force myself to take a day off. I'd love to be at loose ends, but I'm finding it hard even to start reading White Noise for the first time, or to noodle around on the bass.
posted by James at 11:55 AM
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Collaboration feels more like belaboration.
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