I'm determined to have one today. A lazy day, that is. Because I'm resolutely taking a break between finishing the writing of v. 1 of my book yesterday and embarking upon revisions this coming Monday through November 30. I need the space and the clarity that a few days' break will (hopefully) bring me.
I contacted my editor yesterday and got emails back from both her and her assistant this morning: I did not, in fact, have the latest edition of the publisher's author guidelines. Good thing I checked before embarking upon revisions and formatting. The new guidelines document is only 14 pages (v. the 64 pages of its predecessor), but it advocates using the Chicago Manual of Style (v. Harvard, which is what the previous guide endorsed), though the publisher will go with any of the major recognized styles.
My problem is that my chapters were written at different points, using different documentation styles. I know: frightmare. Bottom line: I simply have to decide on one and implement it consistently throughout the manuscript and the bibliography.
Um, I'll think about that over the next few days, make my decision, and just roll with it. It doesn't have to be more complicated than that.
Between now and Monday, when I'll start my revisions, I am resolutely going to take it easy.
What does that mean? Well, I'm going to do some major reading for pleasure. What a concept. I haven't had much of a chance to do that in the past several months ... too much work.
I may also do a little house-cleaning (I use the term loosely: I rarely clean in depth, and in fact I'm on the verge of hiring cleaners to come in 2x a month, folks recommended by some friends around the corner). Or at least, neatening up (my husband is a slob and never neatens up until we're about to have guests ... it drives me nuts, and I used to pick up after him, but then I got resentful and figured it was healthier for our marriage for me to leave the stuff lying around and make it be his problem when it was time to clean up. I'm not his mother).
I'd like to do a little decorating for fall, or acknowledging of fall, or something, even if it's only buying the requisite gourds at the local crafts or grocery store and putting them in a bowl on the living room coffee table.
Maybe I'll see another film. I saw Blue Jasmine yesterday, and to my surprise I liked it. Woody Allen usually irritates the shit out of me these days (and has for the past 20 years), but Cate Blanchett was wonderful and the script was not as self-indulgent as Allen's usually are (he does much better when he stays out of things as an actor and/or does not write a surrogate for himself into the script).
That was the first film I'd seen in a theatre in months. But let's face it: feature films are still designed to be seen for the first time in theatres, and it does them an injustice to watch them for the first time on DVD on a computer or television screen.
Maybe I'll even cook something -- to eat for a meal and freeze for leftovers. I'm not inspired at the moment, but I can look around for some duodenal switch-friendly recipes that will also satisfy my husband.
I've lost some weight recently and have about 10 more pounds to go until I reach a goal that I'd be happy with for an end-of-the-year achievement. My problem right now is that I'm leading a pretty sedentary existence, due to all the writing, and I'm not making exercise a priority. I know, I know. I know what I need to do, but I'm just not doing it.
Anyway, these are some of my thoughts as I embark upon what I hope will be a restful, rejuvenating day.