I’m finishing up the revisions on THE ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY WORST MAN IN ENGLAND, SCOTLAND AND WALES and I’m feeling delicious. I don’t know why I have to go through so much tsuris (I think that’s the right word – meaning a whole lot of shit) but after throwing out the last third of the book and rewriting it I finally got it to a state that’s actually quite delightful. Now I just have to get the perfect cover and it’s off to the races.
Except …
There are so damned many things one is supposed to do before a book launch, months ahead of it, and I can barely keep it together enough to write blog posts. The book should be ready to go in a week or so. Why should I hold on to it?
Arrgh. Publishers may have gotten it wrong in the olden days, but at least I didn’t have this gnawing sense that I’m not doing enough.
More about the book later. In the meantime we’re wading through Covid in the state with the fewest cases (mind you, Vermont is a very small state) and doing our best just to be cheerful. I’m trying to lose my Covid-19 (like the Freshman 15 that everyone gains the first year in college) and I’m doing Noom. So far I keep eating too much everyday, so I have yet to demonstrate much success. Just got to hunker down harder – my clothes are too tight.
But the weather is beautiful (as is our entire state) so I can sit on my deck and look out over the lovely little New England town I live in (pop. 800-ish). I need to find a place by the lake where I can go and work.
Sigh. (That’s my BFF’s dock, but I have to scramble down a hillside to get there and I’m not so good at scrambling nowadays.) There’s also Cousin David’s house, possibly Sabra’s, but most of the family houses have all been sold to fat cat Californians so I’ve lost most of my nice, peaceful spots to write. That’s okay, I have my wonderful cabin …
I’ll take better pictures and clean it up so you can enjoy it. Funny thing is, books want to be written different places. Some want me in my office, some in the living room, some in the bedroom. The current one is loving the cabin (I’m getting a lot done) but I always prefer being by water. My idea of a perfect house would be a home on a secluded lake.
Next lifetime. For now I live in a beautiful place in a house of wood and windows, where I can write books that take me away to magic places. What more could a girl ask?