Friday Night's in Short Supply
It's Friday! I've worked a long week and now it's time to relax.
Except I can't.
See I'm supposed to be editing the next Cybil Lewis novel, and I have done a big chunk on paper. Now it's time for me to put those edits into the computer word doc. That takes time and it takes a LOT of time. Time that one tiny Friday night won't be able to afford me. It's terribly inadequate.
So, what's writer to do?
Well, slug it out like its the bottom of the ninth inning and with two outs. I mean it's a horrific scene. We with a mass of red inked pages and a blinking laptop screen, demanding ever more attention and threatening to slap on the standard-but-boring Windows screen savor...yeah.
Best stop the procrastinating here with this blog (*snigger) and hop onto the limited amount of time I have to finish the next great sf hybrid.
Cybil bears watching and she's quite impatient...as you'll soon learn.
Best,
Nicole
Except I can't.
See I'm supposed to be editing the next Cybil Lewis novel, and I have done a big chunk on paper. Now it's time for me to put those edits into the computer word doc. That takes time and it takes a LOT of time. Time that one tiny Friday night won't be able to afford me. It's terribly inadequate.
So, what's writer to do?
Well, slug it out like its the bottom of the ninth inning and with two outs. I mean it's a horrific scene. We with a mass of red inked pages and a blinking laptop screen, demanding ever more attention and threatening to slap on the standard-but-boring Windows screen savor...yeah.
Best stop the procrastinating here with this blog (*snigger) and hop onto the limited amount of time I have to finish the next great sf hybrid.
Cybil bears watching and she's quite impatient...as you'll soon learn.
Best,
Nicole
