There’s Gotta Be Ice Cream Out There Somewhere
What a writer looks like after producing 34,000 words (erm, with drafting equalling maybe another 50,000 words–kinda lost track), even with a collaborator, in basically a total of three weeks. This is me in the evening after finishing an all-day writing session, not waking up in the morning. My wrists hurt. My back isn’t having much fun. My eyes really kinda feel bruised. After awhile, though, the whole thing took on a life of its own and the whole rest of the world went away. Deadline met. It was actually kind of fun. But…not sure I ever want to do that again. Hope it was worth it–more info when I have it. My (poor, long-suffering, patient) collaborator appears to be in similar shape, except she actually has had ice cream today. (Ann and I had tapas and red wine, so that was relaxing.)
Anyway, worst photo ever. Enjoy! (If you’re here on a Friday night, you deserve whatever you get anyway. ;) )
7 comments on “There’s Gotta Be Ice Cream Out There Somewhere”
nuffin’ like the feeling of having spent all day hunch over a computer tapping on the keys…..head feeling like a nerf ball…..
did you turn to ash when you went out into the sunlight and fresh air?
peace and love…….
Man, you don’t look too good. it’s about time to take a nap, at least…
Well, I looked pretty much the same after I had finished the translation of The Troika few years ago. Come on, give Jeff some ice cream!
“Cut me, Mick… Go on, cut me…”
LOL.
I clean up good, though. And recover fast.
OK – When you say “tapas”, do you mean going out to a great Spanish place and having the spicy small plates of almonds, shrimp, muscles and cheeses? or do mean “tapas” like I tell my husband it is when I take all the dribs of leftovers out of the fridge and try to pass it off as traditional Spanish bar food?
Ack! Mommie, the bug-eyed man is scaring me!
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