I’m not really ‘drifting’ this weekend. I can’t allow myself such frivol. Not on deadline, anyway.
But isn’t it lovely that writing for a living means I can go anywhere and anywhen in my imagination? So, in a way, maybe I am drifting.
I’m pretending I’m still here..
The truth is, I’m in my office. Working like a fiend. It’s crunch time in the turret again.
Seriously, is it me or is a writing career loaded with pressure zones?
Either way… holy moly!
And so I’m closing the tea room until Monday.
Only so can I get the needed words on the page. The book page, that is. So it’s bunkering-in time. Poor old George will get a right pounding. My fingers will bleed on the keys…
But a new book is being born!
And that’s good. (even if I currently feel like I’m being pressed through a grinder)
Have a great weekend, wherever you are. See you Monday.