I’m off to NYC through the weekend. The book is driving me mad, the weather up here sucks, plus I’ve run out of clean clothes. Eek!
My dear KT asked why I don’t just force myself to stay up here until I’m done being that there’s only 30something pages — minus proofing and administrative shit standing between me and completion. Because being up here sucks and I just don’t want to. If you spent any time in Middletown, you’d totally understand. Besides, in 3 weeks, I have laid out by myself a grand total of 64 pages, proofed 96, and alternately starved and went without sleep for a book I’m not even getting paid for. I’ll skip town whenever I want.