I really shouldn't be doing this, but the compulsion to is strong. If I delay any further, it'll only grow stronger.
The need to "update" viewers.
I'd just completed a second round of edits for a rather tricky manuscript, but nothing like what I've done previously. But it should be mostly done. Once the author comes back with comments, it's going straight to the designers.
I've also completed a review to be published; another is being put together. The book wasn't as bad as I'd thought it'd be.
And of course, there's the pile you see opposite. There are books to be reviewed for the papers and the blog, but I've decided not to separate the two groups.
It's just as well. Both feel more and more like work these days.
I'm finding it difficult to review books without a pen or pencil and some paper in hand. I've found it quite fast to get all the points down with non-electronic means of note taking. Putting it all together - that's still the hard part.
Did I say "work"? Feels more like school.
"Best years of your life"? Like hell they were.
At least the words are flowing again. Just have to keep it up.