Today’s been a good day. A very good day. For my writerly work, I mean. I’ve been skipping around certain pretty enormous shifts I had to make to my manuscript, and when I woke up this morning, I knew that today was the day. And that I didn’t want to stop until the job was …
Is it any wonder so many of us writer-types who sit behind a keyboard most of the day are at risk of becoming a little… erm… husky? For a start, there’s the “sit behind a keyboard most of the day” part of the job. My fingers run a goddamned marathon between 9 and 5. Who …
Writing has got to be the most sedentary of occupations, right? So riddle me this… why on earth do I end up so damned peckish during the day? If I was a tradie or someone moving all day to make a living (how’s that for a good “catch-all” descriptor?) it’d make sense. And sure, I …
So three months of heaven writing in Italy, Spain and Greece has come to an end. Feel free to hate me. I would. Now, the real work begins. Back at home, it’s pissing down outside and I’m doing my best to ignore the fact that I’m going to have to start killing my babies. Word …