I overslept again, had weird dreams that were disturbing, but too confused to relate and I struggled to get going, feeling too drained and depressed. Feeling tearful at times and not sure why.
I was still beating myself up about things as I tried to eat breakfast and get dressed, albeit different things recently. I feel like I’m cycling through different negative emotions lately: anxiety, despair, now guilt. At the moment negative thoughts are sort of blocked out by a stomach ache that I’ve had on and off for a couple of weeks. I think it’s a medication side-effect, but want to try to get an appointment with a doctor to check, if I can manage to get one (they usually get taken really fast when released at 8.30am (when I’m asleep anyway) and 6.30pm).
I went for a run, did forty-five minutes of Torah study, Skyped E. for an hour and a half or so and spoke to my sister on the phone for ten or fifteen minutes. I also started to work on self-publishing my non-fiction Doctor Who book (remembering to stress that it’s “unofficial and unauthorised” on the title page so I don’t hear from the BBC’s lawyers). It looks a bit harder than I was expecting. Also, it seems that the formatting guidelines I’ve been following for pitching stuff are out of date (is this why I’m having such trouble selling my writing?). If anyone knows of good online submission layout guidelines, I’d be grateful!
Lulu.com requires the entire book as a single document in a pdf. I spent nearly an hour and a half late at night (yes, I’m still quasi-nocturnal) copying and pasting chapters saved as separate files into a single document and then adjusting the font. I’ve still got some stuff to do to take away the notation I thought I should use for layout and italics when submitting to publishers. I also need to add a few sentences to explain that the book went to press too early to cover 2020’s episodes (I’m too busy with my novel to return to the Doctor Who book for long enough to significantly revise the final chapter). I’m also publishing as “Initials, Surname” rather than “First name, Surname” to distinguish this non-fiction Doctor Who writing from anything else I might ever publish (hopefully, one day) and might not want to see associated with self-published work in a different genre.
I guess that’s quite a bit done, even if much of it was later than I should really have been working. I wish I felt more satisfaction and pride in achieving things like this, rather than just blaming myself for not managing more. I guess that takes me back to guilt and self-recrimination.
I finished Penguin Lost last night. It was good, but not as good as Death and the Penguin, although maybe after over fifteen years my memory of the earlier book is wonky. Slightly weird ending though.
I’m glad to say I enjoyed Doctor Who today, even though I didn’t understand it all (I was going to say it made very little sense, but I’ll give it the benefit of the doubt) and I still have no idea where the plot-device antidote came from.