It's also nice not to feel I have to churn out 2,000-3,000 words of prose everyday.
Friends have been asking how it feels like to emerge from what I've called my "self-imposed writing hermitry". I have two parts to my answer:
- I need to catch up on all the internet memes, viral videos and online gossip of the past few weeks. It was only after Tuesday's submission that I allowed myself to watch, in good conscience, not only the Obama one but also the putatively epic video of a cat in a shark costume on a Roomba chasing a duck (which I found not-so-epic, perhaps it'd been over-hyped and over-linked by the time I got to it), and it was only on Wednesday night at a friend's place that I understand what the Jawbone UP is (no, I'm not getting one).
- It's nice to be able to drink in the company of friends again, instead of timidly nursing a beer or glass of wine in front of an imperiously glowing iMac screen.
- Do some paid work. The National Arts Council grant is something I'm deeply grateful for, but it doesn't pay the mortgage.
- Prepare the two talks I've agreed to give towards the end of the month at the MyQueenstown symposium on social memory and development, and at the National Museum's Historia SG history seminar.
- Write a couple of short stories that I've promised to people.
- Revise the draft of the novel massively, viz. the opening chapters, the entire last one-third, and various narrative and character arcs.
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