Bitter lemon
Apr. 11th, 2011 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceNot doing too well at the moment. I was trying to organise some thought about the awful familiarity of depression leading to the depressing awfulness of familiarity, when you know just where you're going and just how bad it's going to be - but that didn't seem to be going anywhere in particular, so never mind.
Instead, in other news, that book I delivered a week ago? The payment due on delivery is now in my bank account. This isn't technically a record (I know a writer whose agent took him to meet a prospective publisher over lunch, and prospective publisher took a six-figure cheque from his pocket, laid it on the table and excused himself to the lavatory while they thought about it...), but it's unheard-of promptness in my thirty-some year career. It's also not a lot of money, by any measure: but it'll keep me for another month. And then I'll go to California. And, y'know. If I can't afford to come back, I'll just have to stay there.
Then I can be all contrary, and watch my garden grow. See: lemon blossom! On my tree!
Instead, in other news, that book I delivered a week ago? The payment due on delivery is now in my bank account. This isn't technically a record (I know a writer whose agent took him to meet a prospective publisher over lunch, and prospective publisher took a six-figure cheque from his pocket, laid it on the table and excused himself to the lavatory while they thought about it...), but it's unheard-of promptness in my thirty-some year career. It's also not a lot of money, by any measure: but it'll keep me for another month. And then I'll go to California. And, y'know. If I can't afford to come back, I'll just have to stay there.
Then I can be all contrary, and watch my garden grow. See: lemon blossom! On my tree!