Tuesday, July 07, 2009


The eternally brilliant Madame Bishop has been documenting the adrenaline-packed thrill ride that is the revision process, as seen here, here, and here. It's heady stuff, full on and hard to handle. Not for the faint of heart.

I am engaged in the same death march. Actually, that's a lie. My death march is totally different to hers. She's paying stringent attention to detail, and I'm sort of...poking at it with a stick while failing to do the dishes. Anyway, this blog is going to stay quiet, at least until Friday. Friday I intend to get roaring drunk, either because a) I have sent off the completed story, huzzah and rejoice! or b) I haven't. Either way there is going to be liquor involved, and it will be messy, and that's the only warning you're going to get.

Make your decisions accordingly.


  1. If by "paying stringent attention to detail" you mean "flailing", that's right :-)

    To victory, Sir Tessa!

  2. I shall fail to wash dishes until that day arrives, out of respect. Or laziness. Or general disorder. I'd do more, but I'm not good at poking stories with sticks. I can poke writers with sticks, but they protest.

  3. So... How's the hangover? (And are we allowed to rejoice?)