I've been immersed in work. The publishers - lovely Slovenians - have been totally brilliant, giving me a completely free rein on the whole book, leaving me to my own devices and ideas (I much prefer this to a prescriptive brief) and then approving it all very quickly without any changes (unusual!), so it's been an absolute dream job.
If only the bloody illustrator wasn't being a pain in the arse. Now she's started on the final artwork and she's not happy with anything, keeps changing her mind, going for a new style, nothing she does is good enough, she keeps re-painting, trying out different paper, throwing things away, getting frustrated. Working all hours and still there aren't enough in the day; you should see the bags under her eyes.*
Bloody artists! An album title springs to mind: 'The Ever Popular Tortured Artist Effect'. Couldn't remember where I'd heard it, anyway I had to look it up and see it's by Todd Rundgren. I'm not familiar with much of his output but I do remember his multi-coloured hair, and I do like a couple of tracks by his early band the Nazz. So here's one of them while I try and sort out this so-called illustrator. She needs a chill pill.
*Not helped by her mobile phone going off at 2.42 this morning. There was no caller, no text, no voicemail, no record of anything or anyone in the log. It just went off on its own....