Sitting here surrounded by pages. Got the copyedit of the writing book manuscript from Don, my publisher, two days ago, and have spent every possible moment with it, starting at 6.15 a.m. yesterday and at 7 today, comparing his edits with my original. Luckily Sam came over and cooked a gourmet dinner of filet of catfish, asparagus, grilled mushrooms and sweet corn for me last night, so I got a protein boost. Cancelled meetings so I could focus, because Don is coming at 3 today to begin the page by page process of going through his edits and my reaction to them. (CUT WHAT?!!)
Don't let anyone ever tell you that writing is not hard work. I am wrestling with words, and I am covered with mud.
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