Apr 08, 2010 18:15
Ack. Remix is going out one week later. Which means instead of having a month to write (with a refreshing though internetless week's break in the middle), I have
1) a week to panic,
2) a week's holiday with no internet to check anything and no DVD player or similar (yes, I know, but it is good to get away from it all, apparently).
3) a week to write
4) and then I am bloody well in France for the last week up until posting. Internet is promised at some hotels, but I have experience of these so-called 'promises'. Pfft. Also, since I'll be hard-touring and probably hard-eating/drinking of an evening judging by previous posh arty tours, the chances of writing anything are pretty much zero.
Remix in fourteen days. I can do this, right? I'm going to get an assignment for an author with exactly five nice short stories and a single one I long to remix in a nice straightforward way.
Right?
RIGHT?
Sigh.
I am taking long calming looks out of the window at blue-white skies and suddenly blossomed trees. Deep calming breaths also. Thank you spring, you have sprung at just the right moment.
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