Dispatches from the City of Angels
I'm a writer and humorist living in and writing about Los Angeles. You can catch my novel LOSING CLEMENTINE out March 6 from William Morrow. In the meantime, feel free to poke around. Over at my website you can find even more blog entries than I could fit here, as well as a few other ramblings. Enjoy and come back often.
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Let the Countdown Begin
"I would prefer to get this out in MAY if at all possible." (emphasis hers)
I closed the e-mail from my agent. "It" is my book and "out" is into the hands of potential publishers. I plugged the date into my spreadsheet - figuring in time for two rounds of edits and assuming a five-day work week.
It spit back a schedule, the number of pages per day I'd have to write to hit the target date. Sweat popped out on my forehead in little beads.
I adjusted the parameters, typing in a six-day work week, and tried to control the shaking. The answer came flying back across my screen.
Maybe I could write that fast if I stopped showering and developed a serious cocaine habit. And while I'm not ruling it out, there are downsides. I typed in seven days a week.
Seven days a week could kill me. Seven days could put a serious dent in my sunshiny personality. Seven days could lead directly to the Oreo cookie aisle with a detour to the Maalox section, and I would need a cart.
But maybe, just maybe, I can do it.
Somebody hold me.
I closed the e-mail from my agent. "It" is my book and "out" is into the hands of potential publishers. I plugged the date into my spreadsheet - figuring in time for two rounds of edits and assuming a five-day work week.
It spit back a schedule, the number of pages per day I'd have to write to hit the target date. Sweat popped out on my forehead in little beads.
I adjusted the parameters, typing in a six-day work week, and tried to control the shaking. The answer came flying back across my screen.
Maybe I could write that fast if I stopped showering and developed a serious cocaine habit. And while I'm not ruling it out, there are downsides. I typed in seven days a week.
Seven days a week could kill me. Seven days could put a serious dent in my sunshiny personality. Seven days could lead directly to the Oreo cookie aisle with a detour to the Maalox section, and I would need a cart.
But maybe, just maybe, I can do it.
Somebody hold me.
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