November hasn't exactly been a bucket of laughs. I spent a majority of the time giving a fuck-all attitude to 90% of the things I'm supposed to care about in order to finish the Boy Scout story. And, after four years of writing, edits, rewrites, throw outs and deadlines, I can say it is finially completed and sent in for final consideration.
I took the last week off from work and life, holed myself up in my apartment and pounded away at the keyboard for six hour stretches. On the first day of my self-afflicted isolation I started to feel a little bit of a sore throat and by the time I submitted the final draft the sore throat had evolved into a full blown head cold. The final punctuation was laid in stone while my head was in an absolute fog of snot and pseduophedrine.
But now what the choas of a full-length novel is behind me, I can finally set focus on all of the other thigns i should have been writing over the last few months. I now have a series of books to analyze and newspaper features to critique, a message board to set up and a whole freelancing career to re-establish. In so many words, I have completely fallen off the radar. It's a strange feeling.
Now I suppose I charge myself with the task of gong back into the world and letting people know that 1) I exist and 2) I am still capable of doing everything I used to be able to do. Hell, maybe I can do more now, who knows.
The only thing I want to do right now is go out and celebrate to an excess. Stupid head colds.
I took the last week off from work and life, holed myself up in my apartment and pounded away at the keyboard for six hour stretches. On the first day of my self-afflicted isolation I started to feel a little bit of a sore throat and by the time I submitted the final draft the sore throat had evolved into a full blown head cold. The final punctuation was laid in stone while my head was in an absolute fog of snot and pseduophedrine.
But now what the choas of a full-length novel is behind me, I can finally set focus on all of the other thigns i should have been writing over the last few months. I now have a series of books to analyze and newspaper features to critique, a message board to set up and a whole freelancing career to re-establish. In so many words, I have completely fallen off the radar. It's a strange feeling.
Now I suppose I charge myself with the task of gong back into the world and letting people know that 1) I exist and 2) I am still capable of doing everything I used to be able to do. Hell, maybe I can do more now, who knows.
The only thing I want to do right now is go out and celebrate to an excess. Stupid head colds.
Congrats on the book finally being done. Let us know when you are on CNN so we can watch!
We're going out on Friday if you'd like to join us for drinks. We owe you some.