Or, more correctly, the announcement of the book deal was the concluding moment of five or six weeks of relentless work, which itself followed a winter that wasn’t exactly easy-going. On Monday, She Who Gestated My Spawn said to me that I was starting to look a lot like the way I did before I collapsed, going on ten years ago now. So, since I don’t really have time to be bedridden and mostly unconscious for six weeks again, I’ve pretty much taken the last four days off. I still haven’t been out of the office a whole hell of a lot – although Tuesday I did see the boys from the BERG briefly for Yuri’s Night and then had dinner with my new book editor, the excellent John Schoenfelder. I have, however, mostly caught up with email, caught up with some reading, caught up with some new music, scarfed vitamins, eaten almost three meals a day, and reintroduced my body to things like Water and Air. And, here on Friday, my eyesight is no longer juddering or blurring, I can form spoken sentences again and I generally feel less like falling over.
Which is all good, because Monday I recommence GUN MACHINE.
Right now, GUN MACHINE looks a bit like this.
Thanks to Cherie for pointing me in the direction of the progress meter she uses.
In order to deliver GUN MACHINE in good time, I have to write 5000 words a week for twenty weeks. I have decided that this horrible Death Bar will keep me honest. Visit me each week to see how I come up with new lies to justify the fact that I didn’t hit my quota. See me weep and curse about the evil Death Bar and how it rules my life.
This thing will drive me insane. I can see it coming. It’s going to be like the clock in STUDIO 60.
Also on Monday I intend to try and breathe some life back into this place. Over the last six months of heavy work, it’s obviously taken a back seat to everything else. I’m going to attempt to bring it back up to some kind of speed. Not sure what shape that’ll take yet.
And now I’m going back to listening to new Grouper records and reading Ed Vulliamy’s AMEXICA. See you Monday.
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