Monday afternoon: Work from 7am to 12.30 on the book with an hour in between for family duties. Did some admin then took over kids supervision from Lorna who is off now planning Sunday school for the next month.
After I’ve finished working I often feel tense and anxious. Not consciously but around the area of the mid-chest.
I sit on the step outside our sitting room. Clouds drift across the sun, mostly leaving it to shine but occasionally blocking it out. The light is pleasurable after so many months of cold and darkness.
I spent the morning correcting grammar, improving (I hope) syntax, filling in footnotes. For some reason when I wrote the book I decided I’d not do the footnotes properly and sort them out later. I now regret this as it has made the editing process significantly slower whereas I don’t think it would have been detrimental to the writing itself. Never mind.
I’ve been feeling a bit down about the book as I’ve gone through it. Partly it’s just because it’s impossible to …
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