I’m patient. I don’t want to hurry: that way leads to navy shoes with black trousers and doorjambs co-ordinating with black eyes! I’m patient. First drafts are not last drafts: they are riddled with overwriting and over enthusiastic telling. I’m patient. I want to take the time and do this right
Plan B (apart from penning some mighty "toons") would look bad – hurry, hurry; fast, fast – stalkerishness with an “are we nearly there, yet?” flavour. Patience is the key.
I've gone past the feeling I have to waste time, I don’t want to prevaricate or procrastinate. I’ve even stopped hitting refresh on the email and sitting so close to the phone its imprint is a new form of facial decoration.
I sound patient, don’t I? Good. Don’t want to let any spare im-s in.
How are you feeling at the moment?