The trouble with being self-employed is that when sickness strikes there isn’t anyone to deputise. Having wagged off for what was effectively two weeks, escorting my play on its travels, I really needed to come home and get stuck in. I had a few things on my list.
1. Complete construction of pantomime cow’s head.
2. Bottle blackberry whiskey.
3. Write new novel.
Then on Thursday two things happened. My editor informed me that the Bonus Features for the mass market edition of A Humble Companion were required immediately, if not sooner. And I caught a bug that forced me to spend more time in the bathroom than at my desk.
What to do? A production schedule doesn’t have elastic sides. ‘Buck up’ was always my Mum’s advice to the sick. Between slugs of flat Coca Cola and half hour stretches whimpering in a darkened room, I knocked out the Bonus Features in 200 word stints. I don’t think it shows. But if it does, you’ll know why.
So that’s put to bed, and so is the hardback of The Liar’s Daughter, which means I now have absolutely no excuse for not getting on with the new book. Except for my blogging obligations and indulging in potential theatrical fantasies. Yes, I’m hooked. Working with other people is so much more fun than being Cubicle Woman.