Monday, 23 February 2009

For Everything There is a Season...

...And a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to knock back champagne with fellow authors, and a time to drink tea at the keyboard. A time to spend all day on the phone chatting to journalists about sexy rugby players, and a time to take the phone off the hook and think about sexy Italian film directors. A time put on high heels and trip off to London for awards lunches, and a time to drag your ass up to your desk and force it to stay there until you’ve written three thousand words a day.

That time has come.

*Sigh*. I may not be here much for the next little while.


Donna Alward said...

If it helps, you're not alone. We can be sisters in deadlines.

Kate Hardy said...

Ah. The D-word. Welcome to the club, hon :o)

Trenda said...

3,000 words a day??? OMG!!!

Best of luck, dearie!



Michelle Styles said...

Does this mean I have to get out my whip for you as well? I crack a mean whip as Donna will tell you.

But seriously I can not wait to read your Italian film director.

When skivving from my revisions, I have been spending time with your Argentine...

India said...

Ah Donna, it helps. (But only if you write as slowly and painfully as I do... If you're like Ms Scary Kate Hardy, not so much... although she's so lovely that I know she'd never rub in the fact that she'll have written two books in the time it's taken me to write this one!)

(That would be two FICTION books. I'm not sure how many non-fic too...)

Trenda, don't feel remotely sorry for me. It is All. My. Own Fault. But thanks for the hugs anyway!

Michelle, I think the whip might be needed-- although I'm also trying your kitchen timer method, so hopefully that'll do the trick with no tears before bedtime. (Although maybe no bedtime either.)

Hope the revisions are going well.

Kate Hewitt said...

Right there with you, India. And cheering you on... you can do it! You can do it! The kitchen timer is not a bad idea... I'll have to try that one.