As I sure most of you know, or at least suspect, the publishing industry is proper slow.
Don't get me wrong, I'm sure those bods at Tonto Towers are working hard, and I know they have lots going on what with Roz's and Steven's books coming out soon. And I must say I like how they go about promoting their authors and their books, they put a lot of energy into it.
But when is it MY turn?
I am, I admit, horribly impatient.
I spent most of my life, it seems, wishing away time.
How long til lunch?
How long left of this lesson?
When will this meeting end, I've got a pint with my name on it?
How many chapters do I have to do before I'm finished?
How many days left til 2009 and me being properly published and able to wear the t-shirt I had printed?
See, I'm impatient, and probably quite selfish. I feel I should make better use of my time. For example once again I have chosen blogging over marking.
Marking never seems to end, blogging and writing have a definite end points: the final full stop.
Marking does not. It is a series of commas.
Anyway, Tonto tell me I'm getting an update on the goings on this week. I'm really hoping I'll have a cover to look at soon, and sort of curious as to what they are going to do with all that bumpf I sent off to them about me and my mintness.
Lots and lots of wishing away my time. I should use more of it to write. I am sure that very soon I will be wishing time would stand still, just for a bit.
An extra hour in this day,
one more day in this week,
one more week of my summer holiday - which starts next Wednesday. I'm muchos excited.
Ah well, ten minutes till break time, no point starting the marking now...
Secondly: Deep Sea Pressure and Monday Morning
I fear that I am hibernating.
Every free second of my weekend has been spent sleeping. I am a napping machine. Since Saturday afternoon when I crawled out of bed I have perfected:
Resting my eyes,
Sneaking forty winks,
Passing out and waking up surrounded by marking and cuddling my pillow.
Disco Kettle has been most busy. I wake, it says 'Bing' and dances a little to try and stir up some energy from me. I drink coffee. I stare at a book or computer screen or walk for about an hour. I fall asleep again.
So now, having Achieved (and I do think of this as an Achievement) a whopping twenty something hours sleep over the last two days I turn up to work this morning and my head feels like it wants simultaneously to explode and be crushed into a tiny, pea sized lump attached to my neck.
Mondays are rubbish.
Why I wrote Disraeli Avenue for charity - The houses on Disraeli Avenue all looked the same, the same shape, the same size but behind each coloured front door there was a story, a secret, a need....
4 years ago