I was hoping to be more prepared this fine evening. That—knowing the obligations I had coming up (stop by TerrifiCon at Mohegan Sun this weekend and I'll autograph a book for you, even if it's one I didn't write!)—I'd have a witty, insightful blog entry ready to go.
That didn't happen.
I wound up having lots of editing emergencies come up (including three rounds of editing exams for a potential new employer, one test for which I was allowed nine hours to complete, so it certainly wasn't a walk in the park). I had three authors on two different projects who missed deadlines (you know who you are), which royally screwed up my publishing schedule for our small press, and I'm still scrambling to recoup lost time from that. And to top it all off, the garden, despite my neglect, has had a major growth spurt, and I've got gourds and zucchini (one which you can't eat, and one which nobody seems to like to eat) taking over the yard. I've been baking zucchini bread in my "down time" (the time I used to use for things like sleeping and showering), during, I might add, a heat wave.
I'm a bit frazzled.
Do I sound cranky? I'm really not, but here's why. I was standing in my kitchen in 102 degree weather, heating up the oven, APA Stylebook in one hand, hefting a giant zucchini in the other, wondering how much damage I could do with it to deadline-ignoring authors, when this came up in my Facebook feed:
That didn't happen.
I wound up having lots of editing emergencies come up (including three rounds of editing exams for a potential new employer, one test for which I was allowed nine hours to complete, so it certainly wasn't a walk in the park). I had three authors on two different projects who missed deadlines (you know who you are), which royally screwed up my publishing schedule for our small press, and I'm still scrambling to recoup lost time from that. And to top it all off, the garden, despite my neglect, has had a major growth spurt, and I've got gourds and zucchini (one which you can't eat, and one which nobody seems to like to eat) taking over the yard. I've been baking zucchini bread in my "down time" (the time I used to use for things like sleeping and showering), during, I might add, a heat wave.
I'm a bit frazzled.
Do I sound cranky? I'm really not, but here's why. I was standing in my kitchen in 102 degree weather, heating up the oven, APA Stylebook in one hand, hefting a giant zucchini in the other, wondering how much damage I could do with it to deadline-ignoring authors, when this came up in my Facebook feed:
You know, it's hard to stay in a bad mood when you see something cute and funny.
Happy Friday!
Happy Friday!
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