Something Old, Something New

Some people will probably not believe me when I say I’m a big procrastinator (“How do you get so much done?” is usually the retort. Mine is: “You should’ve seen what I had planned!”) It’s taken me four and a half years to finish my new novel. I’m now slowly trudging along with edits, and I’ve devised a new system for positive reinforcement. After every two pages of my work, I allow myself two pages from something old (Life and Times of Michael K., at the moment). At night, if I’ve finished a chapter, I read something new (the new Rushdie, The Enchantress of Florence.) More soon.