September 6th, 2010

if I were me

(no subject)

The hind-brain knows we're done with the edit, because it attempted to sabotage me by not bringing down my jump drive this morning. Of course, I did email it to myself, so it's not like I have to get out of my chair and bounce up two flights of steps to go get it, so....

*fires up email*

The hind-brain attacks! Wave of nausea! Why did you eat a tiny sausage at breakfast? WHY?

*squints, and fires up email... harder. And by this I mean, goes to sent-mail*

Augh! Staring at the computer screen makes the nausea worse! I remember why I ditched this monitor--the lines, the LINES--!

*closes email*

You win today, hind-brain. We will pack, relax, and think about the what-next and how-better stuff on the drive home, and during the cleaning frenzy. Then, from 6 'til midnight, you will open the book back up. Plan on it.

The thing is, I did everything on my to-do list, and I have these very vague ideas of stuff I could do to make it all better--the least vague of which is to read it aloud, particularly the parts my editor wanted to really just, BAM, streamline (pages 230-280, which is such a minor fraction of the book, so it should be no problem to look at them again....)

But I swear, my body is in rebellion.

It's time for some rejuvenation. Perhaps I will go read. I forget the taking-care-of-myself parts of this business. *sigh* But no longer... tomorrow, I'm going to walk a mile. That's my only goal. This week, every day, I'm going to walk a mile.

(I would like to do it today, but that will depend on my socks getting dry in time for the rain to stop. Though maybe when I get home...)