July 25, 2012
In the weeks before pub day, an author will get around with a permanent grimace, because it’s a period of helplessness and disquiet. The book’s coming out—ain’t nuthin’ I can do about it. And I’ve just thought of a line I desperately want to change. That’s on top of the line I wanted to change last week, and the one before that.
But every now and then something makes me smile. Today, it was this:
I went shopping for my Dad’s birthday present, and I came home with Ninjabread Men cookie cutters and a Monty Python card that read, ‘Dad, you are not the Messiah’.
Shows you where my head is.
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