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Mar. 30th, 2009 07:24 pmMy life is irredeemably odd. Every now and again something happens that make me realise this.
Today it was a whole series of happenings. The only wildly exciting one is that the cover of The Art of Effective Dreaming is on the way. Yesterday had more wild excitement. Not quite as much oddness, though.
Today is really about checking sources of plagiarism (first known published Australian cookbook scores a giant fail as does the "Hebrew" section published a few years later) and fixing punctuation. I do find it amusing when I'm asked if I can help with that side of a ms on high pain days, when my typing is beyond impossible. It's not my typing that provoked the question, however, it's my capacity to spot four different ways a writer has used quotation marks in a short story. I have friends with more capacity at this than I do, but their typing isn't nearly as exciting as mine.
My mother is buying her Pesachtic meat tomorrow. More oxtail! Kosher oxtail! Her contribution to Passover was meat - mine today was chcolate. I have a pile that needs finishing up. I have 2 classes that may well benefit from this, plus a crit group here on Wednesday. I shall also finish up the flour.
And now I've moved from writing a blogpost to procrastinating. Why is it that when I have too much to do and too little time I end up with too much laziness?
Today it was a whole series of happenings. The only wildly exciting one is that the cover of The Art of Effective Dreaming is on the way. Yesterday had more wild excitement. Not quite as much oddness, though.
Today is really about checking sources of plagiarism (first known published Australian cookbook scores a giant fail as does the "Hebrew" section published a few years later) and fixing punctuation. I do find it amusing when I'm asked if I can help with that side of a ms on high pain days, when my typing is beyond impossible. It's not my typing that provoked the question, however, it's my capacity to spot four different ways a writer has used quotation marks in a short story. I have friends with more capacity at this than I do, but their typing isn't nearly as exciting as mine.
My mother is buying her Pesachtic meat tomorrow. More oxtail! Kosher oxtail! Her contribution to Passover was meat - mine today was chcolate. I have a pile that needs finishing up. I have 2 classes that may well benefit from this, plus a crit group here on Wednesday. I shall also finish up the flour.
And now I've moved from writing a blogpost to procrastinating. Why is it that when I have too much to do and too little time I end up with too much laziness?