My revision is, for now, done. Meaning: this stage of revision is done. The book is not done, nowhere near done. I have no idea how much I have left to do. As you’ve probably gathered from previous posts, this revision has left me utterly depleted. So what’s a weary writer to do?
Enjoying our new obsession: Sherlock on PBS, a contemporary reboot of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s novels (the actor playing John Watson was also in the original British version of The Office). I’ve also been watching a fascinating show about the Big Apple Circus. And reading. The table in front of me is piled with books: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (must re-read and savor before seeing the movie); Folklore, Mythology and Legend; The Ultimate Encyclopedia of Mythology (my favorite). Notebook and pen close at hand, and a list of books, a pile of books, and more books on request from the library.
While I am relieved to take a break from revising, I am feeling restless. I feel guilty when I’m not actively working on a book – but I need to allow time for things to percolate. PBS had better broadcast more Sherlock; in the meantime I’ll have to distract myself with John Watson’s blog.