I’m editing. 12 hour days. It’s a different process from creative writing. Instead of deciding plot and character and – you know – stuff happening, it’s a much more mathematical process of vetting words.
Harri giggles when I do this shtick where I pretend I’m trying to grab the million words
in the English language in the air and decide on just one by running towards him and touching his nose with a “beep”, but then he’s only a baby and has never written a book before. Punk. His greatest worries, for example, include not having enough hands for things. Harri Doesn’t Have Enough Hands