Taking a bit of an early sanyas and heading off into the hills tomorrow. Destination Ramgarh, which is a little village an hour and a bit from Katgodham, the nearest train station. Not for a holiday, oh no, I've been a bad grasshopper this summer and done not a speck of work (too hot! too many parties! too many other things!) and I don't want to wind up with no stores in my closet come wintertime. So, when I get to the station tomorrow afternoon, I will buy a return ticket for two weeks later, but it's cheap enough that I can push it back if I want to, and just stay forever. Or until I go completely off-the-wall crazy. One of the two. I only have one carton of cigarettes after all, and those'll have to last me till the end.
The mission is to finish most, if not all, work on book three (yay!) so I can have at least one draft ready, and while wedding season is on (beginning end October, going on all the way through till December) all I have to do is tweak and fine tune, which means by my 30th birthday; fast approaching; I will have a completely formed third book, ready to submit by February, ready to be published by summer. Well, the publishing bit is iffy, these things take time and are sadly not in my hands, but sometime next year, my new book should be out.
In all this, I am also detoxing a little bit. Carrying running shoes. Doing yoga every day. No alcohol. Andddd, the worst part, I'm also going off Facebook and Twitter a little bit. 'Course, I'll have my dongle (hee. that word always makes me giggle. DONGLE!) but I plan to use that for my scheduled down time, an hour a day, to reply to email, send deadlines, and general news checking. So I don't miss stuff. Well, major stuff anyway. It would be odd to return to Delhi and find this whole city was submerged by a tidal wave. Or suffered a nuclear apocalypse.
I need to think, you guys, book stuff and non book stuff are battling for space in my mind, and I need to be in a place where there's only thinking to do, so when I get back my brain will resemble a well-organised file cabinet. Everything in its rightful place, with all the answers at the push of an alphabet. I guess that means I'm also going to be a little silent on this blog, but all for the greater good, no?
Anyway. As you can see from my single word sentences, I desperately need to get my writing groove back. I'll see you when I'm a writer once more!
The mission is to finish most, if not all, work on book three (yay!) so I can have at least one draft ready, and while wedding season is on (beginning end October, going on all the way through till December) all I have to do is tweak and fine tune, which means by my 30th birthday; fast approaching; I will have a completely formed third book, ready to submit by February, ready to be published by summer. Well, the publishing bit is iffy, these things take time and are sadly not in my hands, but sometime next year, my new book should be out.
In all this, I am also detoxing a little bit. Carrying running shoes. Doing yoga every day. No alcohol. Andddd, the worst part, I'm also going off Facebook and Twitter a little bit. 'Course, I'll have my dongle (hee. that word always makes me giggle. DONGLE!) but I plan to use that for my scheduled down time, an hour a day, to reply to email, send deadlines, and general news checking. So I don't miss stuff. Well, major stuff anyway. It would be odd to return to Delhi and find this whole city was submerged by a tidal wave. Or suffered a nuclear apocalypse.
I need to think, you guys, book stuff and non book stuff are battling for space in my mind, and I need to be in a place where there's only thinking to do, so when I get back my brain will resemble a well-organised file cabinet. Everything in its rightful place, with all the answers at the push of an alphabet. I guess that means I'm also going to be a little silent on this blog, but all for the greater good, no?
Anyway. As you can see from my single word sentences, I desperately need to get my writing groove back. I'll see you when I'm a writer once more!
