Submitted
Well, I've done it. My book has been submitted to the publisher. Of course, the minute I sent it I found all these grammatical errors, argh, which I'll tighten up over the weekend. That's what comes of working too long and too late and faffing. There's a few weeks of tweaks to do with the editor, whom I'm looking forward to meeting, but basically, it's in and I made the extended deadline. Woo hoo! \o/
I've been working flat out in a lovely, airy office in central London, looking out over the rooftops of Soho, loaned to me by David G, (the utter star). Much nicer than my little study full of drying washing, mess and muddle and no fatso cat to jump on the keyboard and spill my tea.
Now the book's been handed in, I can paint and tidy the study so it becomes a nicer place to work. I'm going to spend my birthday Homebase voucher from Jane on some paints, and shelves, and plants...put up some pictures, file away all the old research that stuff that is currently in tottering heaps...
I am giving myself a little break for a week, looking after myself, going to the gym and cinema, going for walks and catching up with friends. I've barely surfaced all last month - well, all year really - yesterday I did a marathon stint in David's office and then got home and carried on working til 3.00am. It has been a bit all-consuming.
I am finally coming up for air, I have thought of little else but making the deadline and not letting anything distract me from that. Even the wedding has taken a back seat. But I can change that now, and enjoy waiting to be a bride...
Some fabric swatches have just arrived for me to look at for my wedding dress. I have a hundred invites to send out. I missed 3 days of gym training this week and I can't wait to get back on it. I have lost eight pounds in just over two weeks, eating lots of fish and veg, going to the gym first thing, and power-walking home then home, quick shower and straight back out to work on the book. My back is rock-solid and achy-stiff with typing. 80,000 words and fiteen chapters and a lot of my heart and soul.
I'm not drinking, but I think this calls for a small whiskey, and a deep hot bath.
Cheers.
I've been working flat out in a lovely, airy office in central London, looking out over the rooftops of Soho, loaned to me by David G, (the utter star). Much nicer than my little study full of drying washing, mess and muddle and no fatso cat to jump on the keyboard and spill my tea.
Now the book's been handed in, I can paint and tidy the study so it becomes a nicer place to work. I'm going to spend my birthday Homebase voucher from Jane on some paints, and shelves, and plants...put up some pictures, file away all the old research that stuff that is currently in tottering heaps...
I am giving myself a little break for a week, looking after myself, going to the gym and cinema, going for walks and catching up with friends. I've barely surfaced all last month - well, all year really - yesterday I did a marathon stint in David's office and then got home and carried on working til 3.00am. It has been a bit all-consuming.
I am finally coming up for air, I have thought of little else but making the deadline and not letting anything distract me from that. Even the wedding has taken a back seat. But I can change that now, and enjoy waiting to be a bride...
Some fabric swatches have just arrived for me to look at for my wedding dress. I have a hundred invites to send out. I missed 3 days of gym training this week and I can't wait to get back on it. I have lost eight pounds in just over two weeks, eating lots of fish and veg, going to the gym first thing, and power-walking home then home, quick shower and straight back out to work on the book. My back is rock-solid and achy-stiff with typing. 80,000 words and fiteen chapters and a lot of my heart and soul.
I'm not drinking, but I think this calls for a small whiskey, and a deep hot bath.
Cheers.
posted by Rachel at 9:37 pm
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