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Aug. 21st, 2006
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...So in the end I did no work at all, I actually had a Day Off. Listened to the cricket and did desultory housethings, read book, read newspapers, like that, all very other-people's-Sunday; and then just before tea (cricket-time - about four o'clock) I went out for a walk, and thereby missed all the post-tea drama on & off the pitch (for which see elsewhere. Went to visit m'friends'n'colleagues John & Michelle, with whom I plotted the whole Phantoms at the Phil project (and for which John is my co-publisher). They weren't in, so I was just trooping down the hill in search of other company or possibly the pub at the bottom, when I met them trooping up the hill. So we trooped back together, diverted via their allotment to admire green & growing things, met other friends of theirs gathering beans, and all went back for gin together.
And so I came home late and not quite sober, a big bag of green beans to the good and no prospect at all of doing any work. Ah, me.
Much worky-work today, then. Dreary sigh. It's the bit I like least about this job of mine, is the constant reworking of what has been reworked already; every time I read the same text it seems to hold less value, to be further away from anything I wanted. If there were six months between each rereading, it might be otherwise, but everything comes too soon; it's only a month since I was doing exactly this to exactly this text, reading it for cuts & continuity. I feel overexposed to it already, and I have two more of these passes ahead of me, the copy-edit and the proofs, both in fairly short order. I expect I will complain again; be ready.
And so I came home late and not quite sober, a big bag of green beans to the good and no prospect at all of doing any work. Ah, me.
Much worky-work today, then. Dreary sigh. It's the bit I like least about this job of mine, is the constant reworking of what has been reworked already; every time I read the same text it seems to hold less value, to be further away from anything I wanted. If there were six months between each rereading, it might be otherwise, but everything comes too soon; it's only a month since I was doing exactly this to exactly this text, reading it for cuts & continuity. I feel overexposed to it already, and I have two more of these passes ahead of me, the copy-edit and the proofs, both in fairly short order. I expect I will complain again; be ready.