“This book I have not yet written one word of is a thing of indescribable beauty, unpredictable in its patterns, piercing in its color, so wild and loyal in nature that my love for this book, and my faith in it as I track its lazy flight, is the single perfect joy in my life. It is the greatest novel in the history of literature, and I have thought it up, and all I have to do is put it down on paper and then everyone can see this beauty that I see.Read More »
Category: writing
Two Weeks of Grown Up Work
That’s how long I’ve been getting up every morning, stretching, sorting out breakfast, and then sitting down to edit. For someone who’s never held a real job (except part-time stints doing office work and at Target) that’s been weird.
I still don’t do it 40 hours a week because my attention span and posture don’t hold out that long, but I manage 25-30. I’ve ordered a ridiculously fancy zaisu so I’m not sitting on pillows against a bookcase anymore. My elbow and wrist would thank me in advance, except they’re too busy screaming at me for my bad posture. (Things you learn when you actually work! My wrist is a whiny baby.)Read More »
Bess Carnan 