Firstly I want to say THANK YOU to everyone who’s congratulated me here on my blog or on Twitter or Facebook over the past week. It’s been overwhelming to see the kind of cheer and support this community gives. Just thank you, thank you. <3
Anyway! So today I got to do something I’ve always looked forward to as part of the author gig: talk to a group of students about books and writing. To be completely honest, though, I’ve always dreaded it almost as much as I’ve looked forward to it, because like many writers I’m a naturally somewhat shy person. Public speaking gives me the heebie jeebies. Plus, I don’t actually feel different on the other side of the book deal–who’s to say I know stuff now? What gives me the right to pretend I do? I even emailed my ninth grade English teacher, who I’m still friends with, to ask for advice. Turns out, though, that I didn’t really have anything to be worried about!
Hello, friends! I’ve been pretty quiet lately, given the chaos on my side of things. Lots of travel, lots of revision work, lots of meetups with people. I’m now back in the U.S. for a couple weeks, although little has changed except that there are cats underfoot instead of a dog, and I sit at my computer in sweatpants and sweaters and fingerless gloves instead of shorts and a tank top.
I’m battling some sort of illness that the airplane inflicted upon me, while trying to do revisions. I tend to get a bit loopy when I get sick, so the result is that I keep fixating on certain passages and changing them over and over again, only to come back the next day, read what I wrote, and go “Huh?” It isn’t the most efficient system, but I’m getting it done, and I think learning to work while sick is a pretty valuable skill for a writer. It’s easy to say “Meh, not in the mood, I’ll do it later,” but if you’ve got daily word goals or deadlines or whatever you use to track progress, it’s easy to let one day of sick turn into five, at which point you’ve lost your momentum.