PJs 9 September 2008
Day two of the rewrite and I really have to get myself properly into gear about it. I am inclined to take a leisurely start to the day, which is all very well but tends to, erm, WASTE quite a lot of the morning. It’s a simple ‘putting it all off’ strategy that will come back to haunt and torture me when I run out of hours closer to my deadline. I am also learning that it might be best to get out of the pajamas sooner. Even as I write this, I am still in a fluffy pair that don’t look too literary – in fact, they’re pink and have kittens on them. It’s not a good look any which way you angle you try it and it certainly ain’t conducive to the subject matter of the book. As of now the PJs are banned from early in the day. Comfy, though, and there again is a problem, I have no place for comfort this week – I should be suffering – oh, and I will be, I will be, fear not.
The cat is taking the rewrite in her stride and has no problem with sleeping through 14 or so hours of it, daily. God, she’s good…
I’d best crack on now as I’m off to get more cholera and begin the malaria tomorrow and who knows how that will go…
