And you know how it is when you’re supposed to be writing, you can’t do anything else, either? I wanna do this, and this, oh and this! This one, it just … it feels like hard work. I was getting up in the morning, and I was all jazzed to do it. At this point I will settle for finished. But, I mean, it doesn’t have to be as sophisticated. Passing Strange is 39,000 words, this one has to be 52-ish. Ouch! It doesn’t have to be quite as … long? The novel’s a kids’ book so it doesn’t have to be quite as good. I was like, well, I’ll get it done, but I don’t know if it’ll be any good. I mean, I wasn’t sure about Passing Strange. I mean, I wrote half a chapter two days ago. I may be screwed. In which case they have to move it up a year, cos they have a tight deadline. And I’ve written half a chapter in the last two and a half months. I have about three quarters done, and for three months I’ve been going, It’s three quarters done. And the other one’s a novel that’s due in a month. The second one’s a collection of all the short fiction I’ve done in the last ten years, and it almost all done. So, I signed three contracts for books I didn’t know if I could do. I hadn’t written anything in two years at that point, and I had no idea if I could, because I can’t sit for long periods of time. Last summer I signed three contracts, and Passing Strange was the first one.
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