And now, as a reward for all my efforts, I'm walking like a crab. Literally scuttling sideways through the house.
|Totally unrelated illustration|
I'm also knackered. And you will roll your eyes at this.
Just yesterday I recorded a Q & Q video (questions and quacks) for my beloved girl & duck subscribers. Are you a g&d subscriber, dear reader? I do hope so. We have a lot of fun over at the pond.
At any rate, in that Q & Q I was puffing out my chest, spouting off about how good I am at controlling inspiration. How I rarely get woken up in the middle of the night and know how to shut off the whispers from those pesky Creative Writing Angels.
Blah blah blah. Talk about put the mozz on me.
Upshot. Last night I was forced to rise at 3am and write for two solid hours.
What the feck were you thinking, Jen? I hear you ask.
Well, it wasn't 'creative writing' in the pure sense. But you see, I've been in such a tangle in my new Truly Tan book that I could not sleep one more night without getting it sorted.
|This is actually an illo from The Fourteenth Summer of Angus Jack. Thanks, Lucinda Gifford. You've nailed it. This is exactly how it feels inside my head when a book's not working...|
So when the terror hit at 3am (and it is terror, dear reader) I got up, made tea and rolled up my sleeves. I mean to say, I was 20,000 words into a 45,000 word book and I still didn't have a clue what was going on. Now, lord knows I'm no Einstein. But 20,000 is about halfway, right?
I'm an official AUTHOR. I should have things sorted by that stage. Surely?
But I didn't. Not until 3am this morning. Well, 5 am to be precise. That's when I tossed the pen and flopped back into bed.
So now I'm knackered.
|Random flower. It's important to end on something pretty.|
But for now I sleep.
Thank you for being a shoulder to lean on, dear reader. I treasure your patience, I really do.
Until next time
Yours with the sore legs and camomile tea.
Tis a glamorous life indeed.