Sunday, May 6, 2012
So...there's this book
I have until next Wednesday to finish edits on REALITY BOY. <----This is partially a lie. I mean, no one is standing over me saying, "You have to have these edits done by next week."
Well, no. I am. I am standing over me saying, "You have to have these edits done by next week."
Look: If I didn't do that, nothing would get done.
Anyway, I have to write the next book. I'm 25k into it and I want to say I'm 40k into it. And then 50k, etc. until I can say I AM DONE WITH THE NEW BOOK.
That feeling is always so nice.
Especially considering I have two other books in my head right now that I want OUT by 2013.
OUT as in: Out of my brain. I want them out of my brain and on paper.
This means sacrifice, posse. Big honking sacrifice.
It means less blog posts. Or short weird ones like this.
It means no internet.
It means less email.
It means I can only hit lane three at the pool after I write at least 4000 words in a day this summer.
But it also means a 2014 and 2015 book.
And a project that might result from me and Andrew Smith hanging around each other for a while.
So we make these sacrifices, right? That's what we do.
Picture me eating organic peanut butter and apples.
I'll be in the basement.
Pip pip. Tally ho.