I’m sure that somewhere away from the page, away from my keyboard, the weather is really just as hot as they claim.
I’m sure that ice cream still tastes fantastic, especially chocolate chip mint and caramel swirl (but maybe not together).
Undoubtedly vacation will come and I will be pulled from the editing zone by my husband holding plane tickets in one hand and my suitcase in the other. (So maybe at some point before the end of summer I should pack unless I want him doing it for me. I don’t. I really don’t.)
Until then, my head is deep into editing. In fact, I resent anything right now that is not me, pen in hand, paper, or putting those notes into my latest draft.
And, egomaniac that I apparently am, I’m kinda crushing on my own writing at the moment.
Don’t worry — I’ll get over it. Self doubt and agony “But am I any good?” will return to paralyze me. I had one of those mornings earlier this week. Um, it might have been yesterday. Until then, I’m enjoying myself.
Are you wondering where I found the time to pound out this lil’ missive?
The next pages up to edit are printing right now is how. (Pardon me while I shake my print cartridge to get the maximum number of pages before changing it. What, you don’t do that? You should give it a try.)
Oh great. Now my printer’s not working. Time to bang on it and curse. Wait, I’ll try shutting it down and restarting it.
Where’s my personal assistant? What, I don’t have one?
Note to self: start vetting discreet, efficient personal assistants with great techie skills who also like to clean house.
You’ll notice I started off by saying all I want to do is edit? Well, I sense a shift in mood coming on. Where’s that blasted ice cream? I could have it eaten in the amount of time it is taking this printer to shut down and come back on. For the love!
I suspect I now have black ink from the cartridge on my face and possibly on my new blouse. Merde.
Rescued blouse, did a visual check of face: all clear.
Unplugged printer, started alignment because printer demanded it.
Now it is spitting out pieces of blank paper.
I have no idea what this printer is doing now. It claims to be aligning after getting jammed and wasting four pieces of paper.
And WHERE IS MY ASSISTANT? Oh, that’s right.
I do have someone who has offered to work for me when I’m ready; all I need do is say the word. Word. No, wait, not yet.
The printer says the alignment has failed.
My mom calls and says she has found a (redacted) that (redacted) wrote before (redacted). Now trying not to cry.
But the printer is printing again, even though it is telling me that the ink cartridge is low. I know; I shook it so I could squeeze thirty more pages out, remember, printer? Because I’m thrifty that way. Looks like I’m only going to maybe get 20 this time. Better than nothing.
Bemoaning that I want ice cream that I did not buy. No! Stop thinking about…
I am about 60 pages shy of printing the rest of my novel. This is on purpose. My process is this: edit a hard copy, maybe 50 pages or, ideally, a chapter or two. Then I put the edits into my computer file. Because otherwise I get really cranky trying to make all of those corrections at once. I like editing, but not looking between paper and screen. I prefer all paper or all computer, with my true preference leaning towards the hard copy.
Today, though, it was nice, editing. Though even after I transferred the changes I was left with a hastily scribbled note to myself that there was a character who had walked offstage, never to be heard from again. Historically speaking that’s true, but I wanted my MC to be guilted into thinking about her. So I was able to add that with a few strokes. Yay for notes.
After having struggled with my printer (I will not change the cartridge, not yet, even though the pages are getting lighter) because if I do I will print the remainder of my book and I will try to rush through the edits not because I want to be finished but because I get single minded.
But the interruptions have been sufficient to return me to this world for the evening, I think, anyway. I may just put my newly printed pages into my backpack for tomorrow and take my evening walk.
Wait, didn’t I hear something about it being warm out?