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A Very Good Day So Far, And More To Come

I’m feeling terrific today. It’s sunny and going up to 21 degrees C (woo!). I did a pile of groceries after dropping a cheerful boy off at the caregiver’s, bought myself an Iced Cappuccino on the way home, and sat on the front balcony in the sun to write sixish pages of ritual and new chapter material. Go me! And I did it in a tank top and rolled-up jeans, too; it was that warm and sunny. Evidently I need capris, and soon. Maggie sat in the sun with me, and Cricket complained until I let her out too, at which point she tried to run away from home by jumping to the neighbours’ balcony and down to their front porch. I came inside, put my shoes on, and went out round front to pick her up. She fought me every step of the way home. She wouldn’t last half a day out there, and I told her so, but she wouldn’t listen, the ungrateful thing.

Also in the day’s good news column, I was contacted to reprise my consultant position on a sequel project by the company I did two-ish months of in-house work for last spring. My first thought was, “Yay, I can meet Ceri and Scott regularly for lunch, and do group lunches with like-minded individuals every once in a while!”. My second was, “They liked me, they really liked me!” And the third was, “Yay, excellent and regular income!”. Then I remembered that I was looking forward to being home with the boy again once the book had been handed in and only sending him to daycare two days a week, and I was a bit sad, but work is work. I’ll negotiate working a day at home every couple of weeks. The contract is just a contract and won’t be forever, just another couple of months.

Naturally, because I have just foreseen an influx of money, I have just queried my favourite on-line cello supply store about half a dozen books of sheet music and essays and the associated shipping and handling. I am incorrigible. I am also hoping Shiny New Books will inspire me to practice more. That may be problematic if I’m working full-time. Ah well, books keep.

Now to transcribe all the handwritten material from this morning and see what kind of state Chapter 2.5 is in. And I have more handwritten stuff from last night to insert in the final chapter as well. Hmm. I have piles of paper all over my desk, and I can’t tell what’s what as I used the backs of the printed chapters as scratch paper… except where I used them to expand upon what was on the opposite printed page. This could be interesting.

Eleventh Hour

I just realised that the book is missing a chapter.

*facepalm*

No, no, it’s not that I miscounted and in fact have two non-existent chapters to assemble; only Chapter Ten needs the rits and such, which is what I’m working on today. I was scanning the four pages of random notes I’d been typing in at the end of the file when they suddenly clicked for me, and I realised that there really needs to be a separate chapter addressing how one works with a spiritual hearth.

This is not the staggering crisis it may seem. The fourish pages of notes tie together quite nicely, and there were threeish pages in Chapter Two that I’ve just moved into what I’m currently calling Chapter Two Point Five. The material really needs its own focus instead of being shoehorned into Chapter Two. Suddenly things are falling into place, and I’m somewhat relieved because I was always vaguely unhappy with the whole nebulosity of this particular element in the book.

It is, however, a minor crisis in that I now have to smooth out/link/expand another chapter when I thought I was all done but for the final chapter. Chapter Two Point Five has just been scheduled for Friday in place of obsessively scanning the MS.

This is a good thing. It’s not such a good thing in that I’ve just created more work for myself, but the book will be the better for it.

Sigh.

Today’s Wiktory!

57,017 and only one more chapter to go! Well, to write, actually, because it currently consists of a page and a half of ideas for rituals and so forth.

Plus formatting and that [INSERT BRILLIANT RITUAL HERE], but that’s what Wednesday and Thursday are for. Friday is for obsessively scanning the MS before sending it off.

Off to get the boy!

Slogging

That’s Chapter Seven and Eight done. I wish I felt better about it but I don’t. I still have formatting to do, and I know I’m deliberately leaving some places rough or thin enough to be pointed out by the editors. If they do get pointed out I’ll handle them then because I can’t do anything about it now, and the fact that I’m okay with this decision upsets me deeply. I feel like I’m brushing it off, or assuming we can fix it in post-production, or putting the equivalent of a mental sticky-note on it and saying ‘I know this doesn’t work, do you have any suggestions?’… none of which constitute living up to my responsibility.

Everything hurts. My spine is just radiating pain, and that’s made me very short with people today. It’s hard to focus on work like this, because sitting hurts. Focusing is also a challenge because the farther along in the book I go the less structured it is. Part of that is the design of it — the later chapters are disjointed because they’re techniques and recipes and crafts and exercises — but it’s disheartening after having pulled off so much awesome work in the other six chapters. I feel like I’m hacking out rough, rude little approximations of writing and just kind of sticking them in.

Writing a new book sounded like a good idea at the time last July when I suggested redoing this proposal. Sigh.

I wrote my editor an e-mail today confirming that it would be submitted next Friday because I felt I hadn’t been clear when we’d discussed the new deadline (I had proposed the 15th, she suggested the 18th). I also told her about the FMS thing, because I felt I owed her an explanation for not being as on top of things as I have been for the past five years (yikes, has it been that long?). I hadn’t wanted to tell her until I’d handed the book in, because I didn’t want it to seem like an excuse, but I felt she deserved to know on the heels of the juggled deadlines and the proofs.

I’m going to knock off for the day. I’ll do some notebook work tonight. The hard copy has almost reached the point of uselessness because of the fragmented state of the final two chapters. I’ll see what I can do with it. I stopped using it in Chapter Seven because it was easier to do the edits directly in the file itself.

Things would be easier if there weren’t other issues going on behind the scenes here. It’s frustrating that they won’t clear up until the end of next week, which is when I hand in the MS.

Hearthcraft Book Update

So… close…

There’s one ritual left to write in Chapter Six before I can cross it off my list. One. And my brain just gave up. It’s going to have to stay as [INSERT BRILLIANT RITUAL HERE] until tomorrow. Well, there’s an iffy half-page I may cut out, too. Jury’s still out.

*headdesk*

But I handled the whole jigsaw-puzzle/juggling act/non-sequential mess that was Chapter Six very well, and it all works, and I added just about as much as I took out (which was a lot).

Things currently stand thus:

Word count: 55,303
Total page count: 222
The file: I’m on page 133 (minus a one-page brilliant ritual on page 111), AKA the first page of Chapter Seven (which is page 148 of the hard copy)
The hard copy: I’m on page 152, in Chapter Seven

Yes, I’m over halfway through the existing book. I would be more jubilant if Chapter Ten existed, which it doesn’t yet. (It’s spells and such, though, and those are quick to write down which is why I’m leaving them till the end.) I am also rapidly running out of hard copy edits to transfer. I didn’t expect to get this much file work done today.

I may doodle that ritual tonight in my notebook while lying in bed with the MP3 player. Whether that happens or not there will be a hot bath, because I ache all over, damn it.

Lots of work done today. Lots.

Hearthcraft Book Update

I hate working after the boy has gone to bed. It pushes back my falling-asleep time by a few hours, since it takes me a while to wind down. I felt it necessary tonight, though. There’s a lot to do.

As a result the book file is now basically done up to Chapter Five, minus a sentence here and there that I’ve marked. There have been a total of ten pages deleted today, mostly through cutting out lines here and there (the six pages gone at one blow aside). It flows. It’s tighter. I’m being merciless about the bits needing too much work to be completed.

On the other hand, I discovered a new hearth goddess today, so hey.

There’s a chapter and a half of hard copy edits to transfer to the file, and then I run out of edited hard copy. Since I have zero attention span and focus working on the computer in the forenoon, tomorrow morning is reserved for hard copy editing; after lunch I’ll return to Chapter Five and start transferring.

The file currently stands at 55,167 words and 224 pages. I’ve paused at page 84 in the file, and at 120 in the hard copy. Lots of stuff goes out, other stuff goes in.

I should eat, but I’m really not hungry.

Lunch Break

I just cut an entire six pages because they didn’t fit. I’d feel better about it if I hadn’t spent hours writing them months ago in the first place, and a good forty minutes rewriting them in the cafe on Monday.

I didn’t go to work in the cafe after all this morning. Even the smallest movement is painful, and I’m in a no-people frame of mind. Dissolving into tears in the car after dropping the boy off was a marked sign that editing in a public place wasn’t going to work. So I came home, which was depressing in itself. I’m now halfway through the printout of the manuscript, and on page 40 of the file. The latter is a rather unreliable guide to progress, as it no longer matches the pagination of the printout (which makes for some puzzled flipping when my scribbles on page Z say to ‘move to page X’ and page X of the file is now Z+9).

It’s been a frustrating morning, on top of the already low mood.

Songs and Poems for Solo Cello

But this was in the parcel waiting for me at the post office, one of the two I missed on Monday when I was working in the cafe. And I’m kind of glad the upstairs neighbours aren’t home because I’m listening to it at a rather loud volume. It’s both beautiful and depressing. I can hear every shift Sutter makes and the movements of her bow arm (not because of poor recording or shoddy technique, but because of her phrasing and the stunning acoustics of the church in which it was recorded), and I wish I could play like that.

I’m going to go heat up a piece of last night’s lasagna and then come back and slog some more.