I worked yesterday from 5:00 in the morning until 2:00, taking short breaks to eat. This morning I woke at 3:30 and got up at 4:00. It’s almost 6:00 now and I’ve just read through and lightly edited yesterday’s pages: ouch! A first draft can be so sketchy.
I remind myself that I have to be careful right now not to get sick. It’s easy to do when I’m pushing myself so hard to finish. “End time” is intense—and I’m not even really there yet. I’ve 3 1/2 weeks yet to go.
Thank you, Joy! That's a lovely thought. I'll take it to heart.
I'm glad you're reading Olive Kitteridge. It still lingers with me in a sweet/sad way.
Please know your fans are waiting patiently… Take care of yourself and lots of deep breaths!
While I wait for your new book, I am taking your advice and reading "Olive Kitteridge". Love it so far!