Noodlegirl occasionally asks, “So, how big is this book you’re working on?” When I reply, “It’s between eighty and ninety thousand words, give or take a similie.” She’s none the wiser. Quite right too. Other than journalists, editors and publishers, those numbers are meaningless. “How many pages is that? You know, in a book?” she asks. To which I answer, “I’ve no bloody idea.” So, I decided to show her the stack. “At the moment, it’s this big,” I told her. Taller than an R2D2 Lego mini-figure. Understandable in anyone’s language.
Editing all week. All the way to Christmas. And beyond. I reckon.
Photos by me.