Monday, March 01, 2010

Too Many To Dos


355 / 355 pages. 100% done!

So this morning I took a deep breath and hit the send button.  Drive Me To Distraction has undergone its rewrites - with little grace I might add - and is now sailing off to endure the gimlet eye of my agent.  Oh I hope I found all the typos and remembered everyone's name and hair colour.

There is of course no rest.  My list of Writing To Dos is as follows
  • Critique Kudrat DONE
  • Critique Sam 
  • Critique Sarah DONE
  • Read, analyse and summarise: Introduction, Narrative & Narration, Wants, Art Voices, Mullet Leap
  • Start The Drovers Wife analysis for leading discussion next week
  • Start short fiction for workshop piece
  • Start Boys of Summer (next novel)
I'm really nervous about the critiquing I've done so far.  Because I've judged a lot of writing contests I'm very used to pulling apart other's work and telling them what's wrong with it.  But I'm not sure how used these writers are to that sort of constructive criticism AND I have to deliver my opinion face to face in a workshop session.  Gah.  I know all they want to hear from me is that their work is brilliant - I'm just scared that they'll take it personally when I say that it will be brilliant with rather a lot of work.

Of course these to dos are just writing. Then there are the domestic to dos;
  • Reply to emails
  • Grocery shopping
  • Make sausage rolls
  • Clean bathrooms
  • Wash dog
  • Dry dog
  • Make bread
  • Make bread rolls
  • Think of something for dinner, purchase ingredients and cook
  • Wash beds
  • Put away clothes
  • Tidy
  • Sort out what kids need for excursions
  • Post office
  • School forms for Miss 4
  • Buy new hat for Miss 5
Just the tidying alone could take all today and  tomorrow.

Then there's the to dos in the garden
  • Plant banana passion fruit
  • Find cure for powdery mildew and apply to rapidly dying melons
  • Mulch around the pool
  • Water seeds
  • Change litter in the coop
  • Weeding
  • Hack hibiscus back
  • Sweep driveway
  • Move frangiapani...
The list goes on.

sigh.