Friday, 4 April 2008

Up and down

I'm feeling very old just now. I think it's partly the result of having slogged my creative and emotional guts out this week getting the novel to within spitting distance of 30,000 words. It is exhausting, this writing business. I don't notice it so much at the time, just think of it as typing and if I'm aware of anything it's the pain in my left wrist that comes from the strange way I've taught myself to type. Then, at the end of another 2,000 word marathon, another three hour session, I feel like someone's slung a wet sandbag at the back of my skull. I spend the evenings sitting in a daze, staring at the TV and summoning the strength to get up the stairs to bed.

This is entirely my choice. I choose to spend my time like this. No one else is putting pressure on me. I don't have any imposed deadlines, other than those I self-impose. So I'm not whining, not really, just clearing my head.

Off to Paris for seven days on Monday!


Anne Brooke said...

I agree - writing can be such a slog sometimes!! Enjoy Paris - you deserve it.



Sarah Hilary said...

Thanks, Anne!

Tania Hershman/The Short Review said...

Oooh, Paris should do the trick! Pure holiday? Research? (Always a good excuse). Have a lovely time, get away from the keyboard nad give your wrist a break. I know all about that. Can't wait to hear about your trip!

Sarah Hilary said...

Thanks, Tania! Just a holiday but research happens naturally in places like Paris, doesn't it? Hope your week goes well - happy writing.