Now that the manuscript for How To Eat is with Orphans Press, there is presumably no excuse I can use for not reviving the diary and keeping it going.
Over the last month, I was mentally making notes of anything of interest that I might put up on the diary, and promising myself at least every other day that I would find the time to do it. But it seems that I was simply preoccupied with all of the last minute edits, revisions and analytical dissection of the text that become necessary as the job neared completion. I can only hope that, now it is supposedly finished, the book sets out to do the job it is required to do. But, as we all know, only time will tell.
Meanwhile, I have forgotten all of the mental notes I made about potential diary entries, proving yet again that I should write things down as I think of them. Isn’t that why I carry a notebook with me everywhere? Yet I constantly fall into the same trap when I think, “Oh, yes – there’s no way I’m going to forget that!” I do, though. Every time. You’d think I would have learned my lesson by now.