I spent much of this morning working on editing the academic article that needs to be converted from a (more than) 8000-word previously published academic journal submission, into a 5000-word book chapter. I've managed to get it down to just over 6000 words, using a complete slash and burn mentality. I think if I can lose another 500 words from the main thing, editing down the bibliography with its leaner list of sources should bring me into a reasonable word limit. It's definitely a morning-brain activity and took a surprisingly long time. I've given up being grumpy about not being paid and it being too late to affect my CV and have just got into the craft of it all, which was perhaps inevitable.
Dispiritedly, I sat down at the computer and started to work on my album. But I managed to finish a song that I started the other day and quite unbelievably, write and record a whole other one. They are so rough around the edges, and one of them probably needs to be zeroed and re-started, but I've just put them into a narrative order and they do make sense both lyrically and musically. Now I need to do a hell of a lot of guitar rehearsing (they are so difficult to play) and a lot of singing too, because my voice is rather raspy because of the quantity of pollen in the air.
I have to pack up Hors D'Hoovers now because he's going to Fringe Arts Bath to be exhibited and I've got to drop him off with the curator tomorrow lunch time. I didn't realise he'd be accepted. He's delighted and can't stop whinnying, which is definitely preferable to the dog next door yapping in the garden.
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