When I said I was getting back to work, I wasn’t bullshitting. It’s now 4:21 pm on Tuesday and I think I’ve put in a solid 20 hours of work in the last 24. No joke. So I’ve gone a bit blog-quiet and bleary-eyed. I’m on one of those crazy rolls of revising and rewriting and rethinking. It’s fun — fun, in an OCD kind of way.
Now I need a break. I’m pretty much numb from the hips down because, God forbid, I’d sit up straight, feet on the floor, in a proper chair. I can pound out early drafts at a real desk, but I need the feet up for serious polishing. I’m helped this week (and next) with having the Australian Open on TV all day and night — by watching a few good tennis points here and there, my tired brain tricks itself back into gear. Go figure.
There. That’s my break. Back to work.