Posted by Tania Kindersley.
Four days till deadline.
You know how sometimes in American films one character will ask another: ‘What you got?’
And the other will say: ‘I got nuthin’.’
I’m afraid, today, I got nuthin’ for you.
Editing should not really be that much like hard work. I am sitting at a comfortable desk in a lovely country regarding words on a screen, not working down a mine in a banana republic. But for some reason I find it requires a level of concentration that leaves me quite drained, by the end of the day.
Also, today was supposed to be the happy hat edit. I have a tendency to grow too grave, to indulge in seriousness, which is not the British way. One must be ironical and comical, even when making a serious point. It’s the Mary Poppins theory: it takes a spoonful of sugar to make the medicine go down.
I was supposed to be putting in a few jokes. Only I could not think of any. I am a bit shredded and sad today; last night, I suddenly violently and bitterly missed my other dog, which sounds a bit stupid, but there we are. Sometimes I stumble on a picture of her, and look at her amber eyes, and cannot quite believe she has gone. I’m tired, and I did not feel cheerful and antic and ready to set the table on a roar.
So not much blog for you today, I am afraid.
There are only four days to go. It’s only a silly old book. Suddenly, I sharpen up, call in the perspective police and snap back to normality.
In the meantime: I’m running on empty.
Sorry about that.
I know every day can't be a clappy, happy day, but I always do feel that it's a frightful bore when I give in to moroseness, so here, in compensation is SMILING PIGEON: