If by ‘Deadline’ we mean ‘arbitrary date several weeks after the proper deadline’, and by ‘Meets’ we mean ‘constructs vaguely comprehensible draft that is embarrassingly shoddy in places and needs to be at least 36% more funny’. Come to think of it, ‘Girl’ is pushing it too. Writer Writes Writing?
In any case, Girl Meets Cake has graduated from Floaty Amorphous Headstuffs to Actual Legible Existence, which as any writer will tell you is a rather important stage of the process, so woo, yay, etc. It’s still rather a long way from what will actually appear on a shelf next year, but definitely closer than it was before I’d written any of it. Well, hopefully. Now to find out if my epic mountain of notes on Bits That Desperately Need Rewriting And/Or Throwing Away Completely matches up with my editors’. It’s a bit like waiting for your exam results to arrive, while knowing in advance that you’ll have to resit. If they were voluntary exams which you got paid to sit, and the questions mostly asked you to write jokes, and you were positively encouraged to cheat and look the answers up on the internet. Erm. Still, anything above a C is a passing grade, right?
Mr Big by Ed Vere, in which a nice but huge gorilla discovers music may be the way to acceptance. Lovely artwork, and it prompted Small Person (aged 2 and a half) to ask the eternal question ‘Where is the jazz?’, which made me laugh for about a day. (Rarg, any suggestions?) Also finally finished Douglas Coupland’s JPod, which is even less plot-driven than Microserfs, but still larky fun. You’ll never look at Ronald McDonald the same way again (and I’m guessing the way you were looking at him before wasn’t exactly replete with the cosy warmth reserved for puppies, Stephen Fry, etc).
A book! A whole book!
Post-deadline celebration has included acquainting myself with Smallest Person (babies! they’re so brilliant), building sandcastles on Barry Island beach, watching Starsky & Hutch, and having whole conversations with people who are a) not fictional and b) don’t work at Co-Op. Oh, and I made some really good pea soup earlier. Never let it be said I don’t know how to let my hair down. 😀