Bum

Just been gardening the "Keg!" manuscript. Going through random sections, pruning words and replanting sentences. All good fun, and part of the iterative process of writing a book.

I laid the keel of the book quickly. As I always do. Plonking down the chapters and subsections like a world-creating god. Racing through the easy-to-write already-in-my-head bits in a few days. Yeah! Dead productive.

Reading back through, it's good stuff. And I'm sure most of it is true. But where are the references? So many assertions without sources. Which is what I'd say if someone else had written it.

It's like seeing a sink hole appear a foot in front of your feet. Fuck. I've become my own worst enemy.

Referencing is going to take way more time than the writing. And be so much fun. Has to be done, though. Hello rod, hello my back.

I'll see you in March.