“A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.
I say it just
Begins to live
That day.”
Emily Dickinson

author: Nicole J. LeBoeuf

actually writing blog

Working At Perfekt
Sat 2005-03-12 20:18:43 (in context)
  • 52,870 words (if poetry, lines) long
  • 15.75 hrs. revised

Hey, look at that. Another two days of Doing Nothing. Didn't manage to get anything done before work, had no energy for anything after work. Friday, in fact, ended in a raging headache of the caffeine withdrawel sort. I need to pick a couple of days when going cold turkey won't kill any deadlines, and just suffer it out. And then be a lot more careful about when I indulge.

Look, I'm a control freak, OK? Addictions don't dictate what I put in my body! I do!!!

*deep breath*

OK. Type-in has progressed from page 2 to page... 5. Yup. Three whole pages. I'm beginning to wonder whether I didn't take enough time to get things right during the mark-up phase, or whether one can only really get things right after re-reading the whole darn thing. There are things I know now, things about how the book as a whole must be shaped, that I didn't know when I started scribbling notes in the margins of Chapter One. Knowing them now, I find myself moving very slowly under the weight of that goddamned type-A perfectionist impulse with which the Goddess saw fit to endow me.

Do type-B personalities have more fun? The lack of perfectionist neuroses doesn't seem to diminish their chances of success...

Shouldn't complain. The book will be loads better for my nitpicking. As long as I keep moving from cover to cover, don't let the Search For The Perfect Word bring me to a standstill, the book will get done.

Just--maybe not in 50 hours.

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