the independence day edition…
one of the happenings in the first chapter of my book takes place on independence day. today i will be spending my independence day with my co-pilot. i guess i’m having an independence day of many sorts. the first chapter was finished this week. sent out to readers. got positive feedback. independence from thinking i’m too slow. that my process is wrong. i’m moving forward. this weekend will be full of essence festival goodness, so i probably won’t get any work done on the page, but i will in my head. the book is always working me. i guess i think this little break will be good for me. to prime the pump. i’ll tell kanye you said hello.
2 hours: when i realized that i was a day finishing i felt a little ill. no, really ill.
4 hours: chapter one. done.
0 hours!!! a day off. massage. lunch with honeychild. chillin.
2.5 hours: re-visioning chapter 2. looking @ the book as a whole to see where to go from here.
2 hours: new moon
0 hours. unless you count my time with kanYe….
this week: 15 hours
hours on chapter 1: 150
total to date: 154.5
the it’s not you, it’s me edition…
i know that i have been distracted lately. i have turned down your numerous and generous offers of (dining out, free concerts at tipitinas, shopping, poetry and other goodness). maybe i haven’t returned your call. or returned a call that you didn’t make to me. maybe i started a conversation with you and started mumbling incoherently about the king assassination. it’s not you, it’s me. was i staring out of the coffehouse window when you last saw me? did i act like i didn’t quite know who you were? maybe i only pulled one earphone out and said “i’m doing pretty good as far as geniuses go…” when you asked “how’s it going?”.
i’m not myself. or maybe i am. at the end of a day of noveling i feel almost like a sleepwalker. with dementia patients they call it the sundown effect, where the confusion and disorientation increases as the sun goes down. i’m tired and high-strung and really want to bump around my house, fix dinner have a glass of wine and wind down. don’t hold it against me. if i tried to communicate with you in any way (despite its incoherence) it probably means i think you’re pretty cool. or at least confused you for somebody i thought was cool…
anyway, here’s the business from this week:
2 hours, but i wrote super-productive! in my notebook
this week: 16.5 (that’s kinda sucky, but steady)
total to date: 89.5
average: not exactly sure since i went back to revise an earlier section