Something for the weekend

Noah's first Wagamama
Very excited that the August Break starts on Monday! There are no rules, remember, so join in whenever you like!

I’ve been spending far too much time playing with Keri Smith‘s awesome Wreck This App

I want to dive into this photo and examine each tiny glass vial individually

A church of art? When I’m next in NYC I’m heading to the Secret City

Mothers and midwives: let’s help Lisa get to Mexico to document women working together

I plan to buy one of these amazing coats for Noah

So awesome: candid portraits of passing motorists

Video: My Twitter boyfriend does it again: Fabeku on permission by osmosis (so inspiring!)

Life lessons with lucidity (also: my sister and I are still laughing about this)

On my life list: capturing the moonbows in Yosemite Park

I may have found a new iPhone cover

Podcast: loved Jamie’s interview with poet Susan Wooldridge

I bought a hoop last weekend, but now I want one from here (thank you Kiki)

Loved this interview with ‘digital dad’ Jonathan Fields

Jenny’s studio pinterest board makes me swoon

I suddenly feel the need to buy some wallpaper

Julien Smith’s posts are always provocative, and that’s why I like him

Paul Overton’s posts are often emotional, and that’s why I like him

Joel Penkman’s biscuits are tempting me so bad (see also: Nutella cookies!)

And finally, this is amazing: Tom Thum’s beatbox jazz

Enjoy! xo

Notes on editing a book

‘Why are we reading if not in hope that the writer will magnify and dramatize our days, will illuminate and inspire us with wisdom, courage, and the possibility of meaningfulness, and will press upon our minds the deepest mysteries, so we may feel again their majesty and power?’ ~ Annie Dillard

In the days leading up to the Great Opening of the Document I was scared. Three months had passed since I’d sent the finished manuscript to Mary, my editor — long enough to have forgotten what I’d written and become convinced it was no good.  The initial read through of Mary’s notes — both handwritten on the manuscript and typed in an email — felt for a moment like getting a graded essay back from a teacher. But, interestingly, that sensation didn’t last for long. As soon as I started reading the introduction I got pulled back in.

With my trusty red pen in my hand I read a chapter at a time, making notes and deletions and reading Mary’s suggestions before returning to the laptop to update the document. Some chapters were a breeze to edit — minimal cuts, a few sentences tightened, some clarifying and honing, but mostly just polishing. Two chapters, on the other hand, needed some serious triage, and took a couple of days each.

“There is no great writing, only great rewriting” ~ Justice Louis Brandeis

On the whole I really enjoyed the editing process, much more than the initial writing. And there’s nothing surprising in that — writing is so much more fun when there are already words on the page, when you don’t have to wring your brain out to make something out of nothing. I found myself staring into space for great swathes of time as I tried to find alternative words — it was like wrangling a 50,000 piece jigsaw wearing boxing gloves. But I learned so much about how to improve a piece of work and make it shine, and gained greater insight into my own writing habits: the repeated phrases that started to irritate. My obsessive use of semi-colons. My tendency to tell and not show (something I’d never realised I did until it was pointed out to me).

Having time away from the book gave me enough breathing space to return to the words with a fresh perspective. I’d known the original version was on the flabby side, so it felt so good to be able to go back in and cut away the dead wood. The combination of Mary’s suggestions and my own edits has resulted in a leaner, tighter, more coherant book that’s so much closer to my original vision. In total 5,000 words were cut from the 50,000 word manuscript, and rather than add more words as filler, we’re including a few more Polaroids instead. This feels good too.

Today I miss my book. After the first deadline in April I was feeling traumatised, uncertain if I’d created something of any value, or just plain embarrassed myself. After meeting this second deadline I feel much calmer, reassured that at least parts of the book are decent. This entire process continues to be a lesson in letting go of my usual perfectionism and learning to accept that what is created is good enough. That it will never be perfect, and that has to be okay.

I feel confident that the photographs I’ve selected work well together, but it’s the words that make me nervous. The words and ideas are channeled from the tenderest part of me, and because this is qute a personal book, some vulnerability is coming up. Last weekend, on the eve of my deadline, I sent out a panicked message on Facebook, which was met with such kindness from everyone. One reply came from Patti Digh (Mary is also her editor):

“say what you long to say. and then move on to your next book. a book is never finished, just published.”

This really helped me get back some perspective. I’m so used to writing for newspapers and magazines that are recycled before you know it — and, worse, a blog that can be edited whenever I fancy — that the thought of creating something that can’t be changed makes me sweat. So I’ve had to get a grip and look at it this way: what I’m sending out into the world is what I know right now. In ten years I’ll no doubt be writing something very different, but this is my first book baby, and I’ve just gotta trust that she’ll reach the people that are meant to read her.

My stomach just flipped over as I wrote that. :)

So, next up: the manuscript goes to the copy editor for grammar checks and British English/American English spelling changes. Then I get it back one last time with any new queries from Mary. Design will begin soon, if it hasn’t already, and we’ve just spoken about the cover.

The book is now scheduled to be pubished in June 2012, and I’ll be coming to the USA to do a mini book tour (and I’d love to get your help organising it — more on that next year :)

So….. that’s where we’re at!

His little legs

It’s his little legs that get me every time. The smallness of his proportions. His blondie bear hair. His pout and his grin. The way he says ‘bye’ to me, and tries to say ‘one, two, three.’ It’s noticing he has banana in his hair from his breakfast. It’s his miniscule feet.

It’s just all of him, really. I am so crazy in love with this kid.

Something for the weekend

How contemporary does this man look? The first photographic portrait ever made

Love this Gnarls Barkley cover by the delicious Mr Ray Lamontagne

Instagram books!! + 10 tips for mastering Instagram

Creative panic and the impossible, inevitable pointlessness of things (LOVE)

Hemmingway on the art of fiction

Loved Willo’s interview with Mati Rose!

Want to learn the Enneagram with Susan Piver?

I can’t tell you how much i wish I could capture this in a Polaroid

How childhood books make us who we are

I want one of these

Banana, Nutella and cream cheese cake FTW!

I’m going to make some of these

On my wish list: a little camera

Loving the gorgeousness of Kinfolk magazine

Video: How to write 1000 words

I’d love to attend this: Creating a Mindful Society Conference in NYC

This is mesmerising (via Mia)

I’m thinking Noah needs one of these

Angie knows her stuff: how to make an ND filter for your SX-70

Gala also knows her stuff: Your radical self-love bible

BONUS: the August Break is on!

Enjoy! xo