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May. 12th, 2011 10:42 amForms that need doing and redoing keep getting in the way of my brilliantly-laid plans. Migraines, too, are somewhat interfering. As is email that doesn't work. Still, I'm making progress on my impossible list of tasks and hope to reach an end of them (for the moment) by Sunday week.
To this effect, today is devoted to coffee and lists. There are only twelve items on the list, which I can pretend makes it very easy. The fact that each item represents quite a bit of work is entirely, entirely, entirely irrelevant. If I put down every single book review I had to check out (for the doctorate side of things, because I saved four hundred and thirty-five in a single file to discover if I needed to actually get hold of any of the books in question) it would be too much for my poor brain, so I've entered them in clumps of fifteen, for instance. They were clumps of ten, but that worried me, so now it's fifteen reviews for a single cup of something hot. Arithmetic matters today.
Tomorrow is all about messages and people. I shall be seeing Marg and collecting everyone's stray plates and platters from the party, and then doing my weekly and fortnightly and miscellaneous messages at Woden. Then I'm out with another friend who turns fifty soon - it's halfway between our birthdays and therefore we must celebrate. Between this, I shall probably try to work, but I've not assumed a thing.
Saturday and Sunday are all about reading and writing and editing.
There's not as much editing as there ought to be, because somehow Sharyn managed to sneak the worst of the cookbook editing in while I was too under the weather to notice. I read and commented on everything she sent, but I have no feel for the whole and hope I have not been very foolish. Most of it's done, however, and all that remains is a careful check at my end (since I noticed a typo in a recipe) before it's ready for typesetting. At least, I think that's where we're nearly up to.
I know that May sounds early for copyediting a September publication by a small press, but I'm going to be away for all the critical dates (July).
What I want to do is get away from these numbers and lists and talk about other stuff. Yesterday afternoon, for instance, I spent a couple of very happy hours looking at how short story openings work to lure readers in (specifically, what a given writer did in a given story) but it was for someone who needed to know and was done verbally. It reminded me that once upon a time I looked at openings of texts here and we had some great discussions. I suspect I want to do this again, sometime. Like now. Instead of all my real work. I think this means I'd better get back to dealing with some of those reviews...
To this effect, today is devoted to coffee and lists. There are only twelve items on the list, which I can pretend makes it very easy. The fact that each item represents quite a bit of work is entirely, entirely, entirely irrelevant. If I put down every single book review I had to check out (for the doctorate side of things, because I saved four hundred and thirty-five in a single file to discover if I needed to actually get hold of any of the books in question) it would be too much for my poor brain, so I've entered them in clumps of fifteen, for instance. They were clumps of ten, but that worried me, so now it's fifteen reviews for a single cup of something hot. Arithmetic matters today.
Tomorrow is all about messages and people. I shall be seeing Marg and collecting everyone's stray plates and platters from the party, and then doing my weekly and fortnightly and miscellaneous messages at Woden. Then I'm out with another friend who turns fifty soon - it's halfway between our birthdays and therefore we must celebrate. Between this, I shall probably try to work, but I've not assumed a thing.
Saturday and Sunday are all about reading and writing and editing.
There's not as much editing as there ought to be, because somehow Sharyn managed to sneak the worst of the cookbook editing in while I was too under the weather to notice. I read and commented on everything she sent, but I have no feel for the whole and hope I have not been very foolish. Most of it's done, however, and all that remains is a careful check at my end (since I noticed a typo in a recipe) before it's ready for typesetting. At least, I think that's where we're nearly up to.
I know that May sounds early for copyediting a September publication by a small press, but I'm going to be away for all the critical dates (July).
What I want to do is get away from these numbers and lists and talk about other stuff. Yesterday afternoon, for instance, I spent a couple of very happy hours looking at how short story openings work to lure readers in (specifically, what a given writer did in a given story) but it was for someone who needed to know and was done verbally. It reminded me that once upon a time I looked at openings of texts here and we had some great discussions. I suspect I want to do this again, sometime. Like now. Instead of all my real work. I think this means I'd better get back to dealing with some of those reviews...