I’ve surfaced again, after working on the first draft of a new book, and before that, the final draft of another book. (Well, almost final, since I will have two more rounds of re-writes to do on it), and the one in first draft is just beginning, with much editing and many re-writes ahead. And I’ve taken a break, between rounds of editing. So now I can chat with you again, (until I go back to work).
As always, I worked ridiculously long hours, holed up in my office, working 20 and 22 hour days, just writing, concentrating on the story, lost in the book. It’s a strange way to make a living, but I still enjoy it and work harder than ever.
My life is divided strangely, as I’ve told you before, I live in two cities. I do my work in San Francisco, and relax in Paris. And I’ve just spent an intense four weeks in San Francisco. All the difficult things for me are in San Francisco (and some of the joys, when I share San Francisco with my kids). My responsibilities are in San Francisco. My work, meeting with lawyers, accountants, 5 visits to the dentist this trip (yikes! I’m a big chicken about the dentist), doctors’ visits, decisions to make, all the grown up stuff that is sometimes hard to face. I squash it all into my time in San Francisco, with too little time to see friends (none this time), and no time to play. I pay my dues in San Francisco. And then after I’ve worn myself out totally, and have done most of the things I was supposed to do, I pack up, and go back to Paris, to unwind, relax, rest finally, see friends, ( and when I’m very lucky, my children visit me there too). It isn’t a totally fair way to divide a life, with all the work in one place (and some things I even dread), and all the play time in another city. I should divide it more equally, but somehow I don’t. So all the heavy stuff is on one side of the scale, and most of the fun on the other (real life does sneak up on me occasionally in Paris too).
So having taken my nose out of the typewriter, and finished at the dentist for now (I hope!), I’m packing up and off to Paris for a while…. ‘gone fishing’ ….off to relax for a bit. Mission accomplished for now. I hope that all is well with you.