- moving is expensive. i mean, i always knew it was, but i’ve actually never hired movers before, but i am this time because i have furniture and moving’s already exhausting and painful.
- also i have a lot of books. and i don’t just have a lot of books — i’ve amassed quite a collection of hardcover books because i fell in love with the solidness and the quality of hardcover books in the last few years. also i’ve started reading a lot of new releases now that i obsessively keep an eye on publishing.
- moving also means that my world has been overrun with boxes again.
- i think i’ve moved roughly 8-9 times in the last ten years. which makes this move number 9 or 10.
- all this apartment hunting nonsense means that the writing has slowed massively this month. apartment hunting makes me weirdly emotional — i think it’s the stress (i don’t stress a lot, but i have specific stressors? and apartment-hunting is a giant one) — so that affected the writing, and i’ve also had quite a few story kinks to work out, so that, also, affected the writing. that isn’t to say no work got down — most of the kinks have been worked out, even if a lot of writing/editing itself did not, which really just goes to show that the number one thing to writing a book is to show up, sit at your desk, and shove your way through book problems, even if it means days of being unfruitful and getting increasingly frustrated. problems aren’t going to work themselves out; you have to sit there and do the work; and the payoff is wonderful.
- so, yes, the book is progressing nicely.
- my deadline keeps getting pushed back, though, but i’m sticking with my end-of-summer deadline. I CAN SEE THE END. seriously. the end is visible. and i. can. not. wait.
(- not in the sense of being sick of the book but in the sense of being excited to move on to the next step and take this book to the agent and work on it with her and make it into a beautiful creature ready to be shown to the world.)
- i’m excited about this book, y’all. i mean, i’m sure all writers are excited about their books, but, on one hand, it’s like, wow i wrote a book, and, on the other, it’s like, OMG I WROTE A BOOK.
- and, with that, i think i will go eat something and kick around some cardboard boxes.