I only seem to be here once a week, maybe twice. Sorry. I am attempting to finish the first draft's edits. The internet modem is switched off when I get back from work and then I type. Type until my eyes are heavy and my fingers can't type. Chapter nineteen is being added to the already huge file and chapter twenty is waiting in the wings. I'm not writing in my notebook or even creating new short stories. I feel bad about that but all my concentration is on the novel at the moment. Am I putting all my eggs into one basket? Probably. I could end up being the only one who reads it.
When I haven't been editing I have been doing the following:
Listening to Naomi Alderman's Lessons on Book at Bedtime. I normally catch up the day after. A lot of writers seem to write about university for their second novel.
Our Tragic Universe by Scarlett Thomas. I think this is one of my favs from Thomas. Philosophical about story telling yet also readable.
I am currently working on Monet's Japanese Bridge in cross stitch.
I am now on season three of West Wing. Plus Glee. I haven't seen the Madonna episode, yet. The writing is so sharp and funny. I don't care if watching Glee is considered low-brow. We can't always be pretentious all the time.