My latest manuscript is complete—for the moment anyway. That is not to say it's finished—not by any stretch. It has merely reached a simmering stage. I plan to let it sit on the back burner for a few weeks before I return to it with a fresh eye. (Hopefully this so-called "simmering" will work out better than the rice I try to simmer on my stove's gas burner. i.e., the shit that never fails to dry up and stick to the pot.)
Until recently, I was waking up at 5 A.M to squeeze in a few hours of writing before heading to work at 9. The routine had me spending entirely too much time seated in front of a computer screen—my eyes were perpetually bleary, and I developed a pinched nerve in my neck—but, if I hoped to make any progress on the novel, what choice did I have?
Little did I know, if I had simply waited, my job (designing video sets for a musical review to be performed on a cruise ship--a story worthy of DFW1) would unexpectedly end and I'd be free to hunt and peck on my little book whenever I damn well pleased. As it is, now that I have the time, my book is simmering! If I muck with it prematurely, it will defeat the purpose. I need to hang tough. Don't turn up the heat! Remember the rice!
I know, I'll write a pointless blog post instead!
- Reading David Foster Wallace's essay Shipping Out — On the (nearly lethal) comforts of a luxury cruise, (later retitled as A Supposedly Fun Thing I'll Never Do Again) was a part of my self-imposed research into the luxury cruise phenomenon. DFW is known for both abbreviating things with initials, and peppering his writing with copious, often humerous, footnotes. Although this post has only a single footnote, and not a particularly funny one at that, it is nevertheless meant as a playful reference to said writer's unique style.