For those of you who know I’m writing a book about sex, get your minds out of the gutter. When I say I’m going to bed with my work, that’s not what I mean.
For those of you who regularly read my blog, you’ll know exactly what I mean. I’m climbing into bed with my research. Well, that doesn’t sound right either.
What I mean is that I’m so bogged down in my work that I’m finishing late at night and need to go to sleep thinking about my work so that I wake up the next day and know exactly where to start. That means I take my notes to bed with me and read them just before going to sleep. That’s what I did in college – go to sleep with my notes, study in my dreams, and wake up the next day to take the tests. Then again, I didn’t do so great in undergrad. Let’s hope it works better now. I’m behind schedule on the rewrite.
Today, I re-edited for the gazillionith time the pages covering May 13, 2005. That day, I met with two sex sources who have commented here, did a photo shoot during which the photographer told me about a dildo bar in San Francisco, and went to a seminar on the psychology of bondage. I was exhausted at the end of the day … just like I am now.