Hard at work for a little while at least, and working through my edits to Cold Light straight onto the manuscript with a new nice pencil which I get to stop and sharpen now and again. Desk cluttered with coffee mugs (I’m a tea-drinker, but I was also up five times last night) and two kinds of pencil sharpeners, post-it notes, a pile of books that I planned to while away my maternity leave reading (pfft!) and a bowl full of paper-clips that I made myself. The bowl, not the paper-clips. I think I’d like to go back to my pottery class this autumn.
Pencils are almost as good as fountain pens and bottles of ink for mid-sentence procrastination. Examining the lead, sharpening, rubbing things out and putting them back in again. Slowly, one line at a time. But not as good as deciding you need to listen to some of the songs mentioned in the book in order to make sure you’re ‘conveying atmosphere’ exactly right.
Readers, for your listening and viewing pleasure: