Thursday 22 January
Weird day as I got up early in the morning to think and pray about ways to get out of my job. I have two options for books - one about me and one about a celebrity fashion stylist - so I wrote a pros and cons list for each option. And after about an hour, I resolved to start off by trying to do both. The mantra of the morning was 'Whatever will be will be"' (until I physically crack up and have to ditch one)
I resolved to start writing a synopsis for the designer's book. Got into the office and was super productive - emailing the designer what we needed to do before our next meeting.
And then I called the literary agent from the previous night to get her advice. She asked me to flesh out some of the chapters for my own book. ASAP. HELP!
So I didnt do much work for my day job in the afternoon and started the chapter. And then I didnt go to any parties after work and went straight home to work on the chapter. I stayed up until 1230am and got up at 430am to finish it off. It was really dificult, because i felt under pressure to get it right and I wasnt as creative with my language as I could have been. I finished it and emailed it to the agent, but I am concerned it is not good enough. The worst thing is, I am not sure if I am concerned because it is genuinely rubbish or just my brain is mashed up due to lack of sleep.