gillpolack @ 2013-08-10T09:05:00

My watchphrase for the weekend is "Festina lente." I didn't get much work done last night, for I was simply too tired. I have an appraisal to do right now, and everything else will happen at a gentle pace. It's sensible.

I don't like being sensible sometimes. Right now I want to simply throw away the paper that has taken over my coffee table and couch and I want to get moving on the fun projects. The fun projects have to wait until I can discuss the amazing amounts of paper with the other person involved, for otherwise we will reach a bad place at an evil moment. The fun projects also have to wait until I run out (temporarily) of these niggling little deadlines that have frustrated my focus all week. That was my aim yesterday, but I'm not quite there.

And, in the meantime, I've discovered Rachel Klein's The Moth Diaries. I need more books this good in my life. I don't need more books like this: one is sufficient, for it's uncheerful. Unless the writer jumps the shark in the second half, it's an amazing novel. I'm reading it very, very slowly to make it last. Also because I've seen too much shark-jumping recently, and I'm a bit nervous.

And now, in the interests of slow hurrying, I shall complete a manuscript assessment.