The shortest rewrite in history, and other tales of the day

[desperance]

The edited draft of the new book was returned to me yesterday, for further work; my new new editor had extra quibbles.

Um, three of them. Which took me about ten minutes, total rework time. Hee.

So that's gone, and I am about to head off into town and try to write something new, see if I can remember how that's done. I seem to have been rewriting for ever, and I am bored with it. I do still have more to do (including a short story that is unaccustomedly and actually short, but has come back with more pages of notes than this whole damn novel ever did, and I haven't the least notion what to do about it), but I want to splash awhile in the freshet of new words.

Also, I have a physio appointment, where I am expecting to be scolded. I am, um, rather stiff today, and my hand is tingling badly. I may have overdone things these last two days, despite having Mark around for the heavy hauling. Trouble is, of course, while I'm busy and active I don't feel the hand so much, so...

Anyway. There it is. And here I am, in a semi-reconstituted office, still with bare shelves and full boxes. I am, as we have established in earlier conversations, a hoarder. As frumpo points out in a comment to yesterday's post, one of the things I apparently hoard is padded envelopes. I thought I just kept them for re-use, but I had not at all realised that I had quite this many; and it is true that the last year or two I have mostly been using new ones bought for the purpose, as being cleaner and easier and just nicer at both ends, both to send and to receive.

I could empty some boxes at a stroke, by disposing of all these accumulated Jiffies. But I don't want to just sling them away, when they are the definition of reusable. And there are no handy depots, where you can leave them for other people's use. I don't know what to do. Eep.

I shall go to town, where I won't have to think about it for a while.

ETA: just got another one. People send me things, y'know? In padded envelopes. And I am conditioned to open them with care, and...

And they can't even go into the recycling, mostly, because they're lined with bubble-wrap and even if I stripped that out the envelope is generally brown, and our recycling people take neither bubble-wrap nor brown envelopes. Sigh...

Comments

[devonellington.wordpress.com (from livejournal.com)]

Do you have Freecycle in your area? You could offer the box of re-usable padded envelopes and someone would come and pick them up.

Enjoy working on something new. Feel better soon with your hand -- coming back from an injury can take awhile, and you hit those plateaus along the way.

Hey, when are you going to join Twitter? I'm @DevonEllington.

I've found it helpful, but addictive. And I assumed I'd hate it and quit in a day!

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Heh. My understanding is that you need a cellphone properly to use and appreciate Twitter? Properly to tweet, I guess the verb is?

I don't use phones, so I'm thinking I don't use Twitter either.