I’m just up from my after-deadline marathon sleep-in.
So this is a fast ‘hello’ to let you know that I’m finally awake and coming back to myself.
I missed you!
Writing a book is a lot like climbing a mountain.
The only way to get to the top (aka The End) is to keep going until you get there. Always putting one foot in front of the other until you do, come what may.
Do that and you’ll get where you’re going, sooner or later.
The above picture shows steps near the summit of Edinburgh’s Arthur’s Seat.
Every time I am in Edinburgh, I make this climb.
It’s a ritual.
And when I reach the top, there’s such a feeling of satisfaction and delight..
Except, well, finishing a book!
It. Is. Glorious.
When I reach the summit of Arthur’s Seat, I spend a while up there, just sitting on a rock and loving the view. And the accomplishment of the climb, which is always invigorating.
When I finish a book, I also take a while to glory in the triumph (for it is that!) and I take time to recover. The recovery is crucial, leastways for me.
My book had to be in New York on Thursday. It was. (yay!) But the journey saw me writing just over 40 hours nonstop.
Yes, that’s right.
Not a typo.
I sat here at my desk for 40 straight hours finishing this book. No sleep in all that time, not even a quickie power nap.
My fingers didn’t bleed on George (my keyboard) as I said they might. But I did break the tips off of most of my fingernails.
As soon as my agent okayed the final chapters (she LOVED them .. woo-hoo!), the new book zinged its way to my editor’s desk and I went to bed.
I only got up to take out Em.
Otherwise, it was all zzzzzzzzzzz’s.
I’m still groggy, but have seen that terrible things have been going on in the world. In respect, I didn’t want to post anything funny or whimsical.
I have something very magical to share with you in my next post. I’ll try to get it up soon.
Monday, I start a new book.
This weekend belongs to recovery. Today and tomorrow, I’ll be cycling loads, walking miles on the beach, and just vegging.
Total zone-out time. Only so can I refresh and revitalize. Writing 40 hours nonstop with no sleep is not for the faint-hearted. And requires lots of recovery.
If anyone has emailed me and is waiting on a response.. I have not yet opened email and probably won’t until after the weekend.
My mind is still too fried to read and answer emails. Sorry!
Thanks so much for being such great and loyal readers. It’s knowing you are out there that keeps me going when such crunch times arise.
You’re the best!
And now I am going back to sleep.
For the curious, yes, that’s my shadow in the picture. I took the photo about halfway up Arthur’s Seat.