Skipping around the internet this morning I came across this fantastic site. While I don’t for one second presume to be in the league of these writers, I felt in good company this morning, as I look at the pile of paper on my desk and ready myself for the last of the proofreading.

I suddenly feel the urge to look for vintage typewriters on eBay :)

From the top: Anais Nin, Simone de Beauvoir, Carson McCullers, Jack Kerouac, Richard Ford. Unfortunately there were no photographer credits for these photos, but I couldn’t resist sharing them :)

I’m proofreading the book this week, looking for typos and embarrassing word choices (there have been a few). There are parts I’ve really enjoyed reading back, and others that I’m not too keen on. I know it’s too late to do any major rewrites and I’m guessing this is just part of the process: the book will never really be finished. It’s a snapshot of my thoughts and ideas during the six months I wrote it. There’s truthfulness in it; there are parts that make me cringe a little, when I worry I may have said too much. I’m happy with all the Polaroids, so that’s something to hold on to when I get nervous about the looming publication date. I really wish we could put a big sticker on the front cover of every copy that says: To be read while wrapped in your favourite blanket and sipping hot chocolate. With a journal by your side.

It’s that sort of book.