My writing week: Issue 46, Year 4.
Hi all,
I’ve nearly finished my
Christmas shopping. I just hope the Book Depository keeps their promise of delivering
within seven to ten working days. I used the Book Depository because my local
books shop did not have the audio books I was after and I loath crowded shops.
I cringe at the thought of shops
full of old people who have parked their electric vehicles, trolleys and fat
bums across aisles. My head hurts at the thought of listening to Paul McCartney
sing over and over how wonderful Christmas is. I sympathise with Harry’s in The Slap every time I am stuck in a queue
with a parent who seems to have no intention of stopping their kid from
screaming.
It seems that I have become a
real Christmas grouch. Apart from being an atheist, except when I visit my
father’s grave, I think the Christmas spirit could do with a good Marxist reboot.
I think Christmas would be much happier time for all if we all it we just
forgot about the gift giving (even retailers. Consumers will then spend more
evenly during the year and wouldn’t return piles of unwanted gifts). There
would also be fewer no-longer-cute-and-cuddly-puppies discarded in the months
after Christmas.
Christmas shopping also
interferes with writing and thinking about writing. My goal last week, the
first full week after NaNoWriMo, was to write 7,000 words. I completely blame
Christmas shopping for not achieving that goal.
I started the week okay with
1040 words on Monday. But then on Tuesday, I spent too much time in Big W looking
for some DVD’s that they didn’t have. When I finally got home I only had time
to write 440 words.
On Wednesday, I wrote 1127
words, even after being side tracked into writing a review
of Ian Irvine’s, The Last Albatross.
On Thursday, I was back proving that except for food and grog, the retailers in
Wang sell absolutely nothing I want to buy. They should spruik Wang as a great
place to save. When I finally got home, I ended up writing 750 words. Friday,
was my best writing day of the week, just, with 1130 words.
I had decided to only write
if I really had to on the weekends. On Saturday, it was back to skulking around
the shops. At last I found a present for my sister, yay. Relieved of Christmas
gift agonies, my thoughts instantly returned to my novel and changes that
needed to be made. I just had to do some deleting and then writing when I got
home. I wrote 550 words for the day. On Sunday, exhausted from Christmas shopping,
I took it easy and only wrote 220 words.
All up I wrote 5037 words for
the week. I had written 55,600 words of the novel and was in the middle of
chapter 27. Now if it wasn’t for Christmas…
Scribe abandons trade paperbacks.
I am a bit behind in my
newspaper reading, so my outrage at Scribe is about six weeks late. According
to the Bookmarks column in The Age on the 29th of
October, Scribe has abandoned the trade paperback. Fools. Most of the new books
I buy and am given for Christmas are trade paperbacks. I buy them because they
have bigger print than paperbacks and are cheaper than hard-backs and look
better on my bookshelves than paperbacks. It looks like I will be buying less books
and getting less Christmas gifts published by Scribe.
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