Brain and body
What if there will never be another novel? My sense of acute stress is totally self imposed - nobody seems to have any particular expectations. But here I sit bleary-eyed in front of my (new and rather wonderful) laptop, staring into a static half finished manuscript. Day in, day out. The sun is pouring down, other people do useful or entertaining things. I sit and stare. And worry. And then I take out our thriller and fiddle around with that for while. Till that, too, peters out and comes to a total stop. Then I play computer games till it’s time to eat. Or sleep.
Have just read Neri and India’s Idiot-Proof Diet. It’s hard to imagine a more inspiring self help book. So, have started this low carb diet. Everybody else has, so I thought I thought it might be worth trying. I will have to travel through the US with my body next month, so something needs to be done. Those who expect me to look a little like the author portrait in my book might have a fright otherwise. Not sure how much can be done between now and 13 April when I - hopefully, it’s Friday 13th and one never knows - land in LA. I’m only on my third day of this diet, feeling a little ridiculous, but not hungry. No miracles yet. Will report on this later, depending on how things progress.
March 30th, 2007 at 5:24 am
Finished reading “Nu vill jag sjunga” last night, and this morning I went to look up the author of this wonderful book. Saw your log entry on procrastinating on self-imposed tasks, and I KNEW. . . I’m sitting in Denver, Colorado, trying to work on a translation of Ellen Mattson’s “Splendorville” AND trying to lose weight before a panel discussion about it in a few weeks. (I won the Leif and Inger Sjöberg Prize for an excerpt of Mattson’s book.) Sudoko, eating, reading, gym.
But today snow is falling on the parched daffodils, 4 inches so far. Of course we’ll get it all done. Your novel will suddenly show up on the screen. Not totally sure about the pounds, though . . .
Tack för den vackra boken!
April 2nd, 2007 at 4:11 pm
Hej! Tack för ditt inlägg. Mitt första! I have days when the pounds seem easier than the novel… Today we have a relapse of summer weather and people are back on the beaches. It’s a strange place in that respect, Auckland. Fluid seasons with no real shape and form. Not much in the way of traditions and celebrations. Nothing to pin your life on. A place for the brave and opitimistic, I think. I am neither.