Hush, here comes a whizz-bang...
Oct. 21st, 2007 01:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOkay. I have been away for twenty hours, give or take. I have drunk a lot of wine. And I do mean a lot. Also whisky, in unreasonable quantities. I have talked some, and listened more; I have cooked a little; I have thought, just a touch, in between the other stuff.
I have a book to finish, which is already 'way too long and 'way behind. I think it is time to declare a death-march.
I've never actually done this before, and I am a frail reed; I may break, I may run. But we will at least sign up, take the king's shilling and put our marchin'-boots on. I have good and interesting foods in the house; I have books and TV; I have a bed. And cats. That seems to cover the essentials, for those inevitable non-writing hours.
So. Don't phone me (I know, as if you would; you never do anyway, so why would you start now?), don't drop in on the off-chance, don't ask me out. Amuse me on the internets by all means, but no more.
Basically, I have a week. I know I can write fifty pages in a week; can I write a hundred? Do I need a hundred? I don't know. We may learn.
If this works, I will be posting occasional word-counts here and there. Also menus, news of cats, etc. Not much else.
Right. Done that. It can be lunch-time now; an army marches on its stomach. Devilled chicken-livers and mushrooms on toast. And then we start. Yes.
I have a book to finish, which is already 'way too long and 'way behind. I think it is time to declare a death-march.
I've never actually done this before, and I am a frail reed; I may break, I may run. But we will at least sign up, take the king's shilling and put our marchin'-boots on. I have good and interesting foods in the house; I have books and TV; I have a bed. And cats. That seems to cover the essentials, for those inevitable non-writing hours.
So. Don't phone me (I know, as if you would; you never do anyway, so why would you start now?), don't drop in on the off-chance, don't ask me out. Amuse me on the internets by all means, but no more.
Basically, I have a week. I know I can write fifty pages in a week; can I write a hundred? Do I need a hundred? I don't know. We may learn.
If this works, I will be posting occasional word-counts here and there. Also menus, news of cats, etc. Not much else.
Right. Done that. It can be lunch-time now; an army marches on its stomach. Devilled chicken-livers and mushrooms on toast. And then we start. Yes.