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desperanceThe trouble with Days Off is that I do find it so hard to engage with the concept of Days On again. Yesterday I did a little rewriting, nothing much; today I have gone through an editor's lengthy and detailed notes on a story (more notes than I got for my last novel, indeed my last several novels: and these on a story that has fewer than 3000 words in it) and pretty much said no to them all. Or at least "No, you're misunderstanding, you're reading this all wrong..."
That doesn't feel like a day's work, but I dunno what next to do. Or rather, I do know, and it's the taxes: for which I feel bizarrely little enthusiasm, and oh, the siren call of Buffy DVDs and a bottle of wine, the last of the olives, perhaps a wee snackette before I address the serious matter of dinner...
That doesn't feel like a day's work, but I dunno what next to do. Or rather, I do know, and it's the taxes: for which I feel bizarrely little enthusiasm, and oh, the siren call of Buffy DVDs and a bottle of wine, the last of the olives, perhaps a wee snackette before I address the serious matter of dinner...