We may or may not be entering a realm of radio silence: some, if not all, of the edit letter has arrived, and the first slab of the copyedited manuscript is en route, and now the work begins. Again. All of a sudden I'm glad I gave in to that urge to not re-read the […]
The copy-edited manuscript did not arrive today, because apparently Australia Post do not believe in standing by their promises, so instead I have the first slab via email. This means I have a scan of a photocopy of the edits, so some of the comments are a little too pale to see … and it's […]
Copy-Edited Manuscript: 0.999 Author: 0.001
I am rapidly coming to the conclusion that I hate the copy-edited manuscript, and copyediting, and if I never quibble with myself again over where a comma should sit, or how best to conjugate a precise verb in a particular instance, it will be far too soon. In the meantime, have a quote I love: […]
I'm feeling just the slightest bit melancholy tonight. I suspect this is in large part due to the fact that, for the last four days, I have not been able to take a shower without strapping a plastic bag over my face, and let me tell you, that novelty wears off sharpish. So, to continue […]
A trip to Sydney yesterday (six hours round travel time for, I kid you not, about five minutes with the surgeon) saw the dressing removed and the stitches removed. I am now the proud bearer of a pink backward-Z-shaped scar across my left cheek and temple. It's a good three inches long and frames my […]
It's times like this when I realise, yet once more, I am not a fast writer. The copyedits continue, and this is about the time I start to wish I didn't have a dayjob because all I want is to finish this edit, and having to get up and go do other things is getting […]
State of the push-ups: Week one, day two, and I can now hold the form properly. Can't actually move far while holding the form and thus, for now and until I build up my arm strength, my push-ups are quite shallow. I suspect I shall have to repeat week one. But! progress. Although sneezing now […]
IT'S JUST WORDS. WORDS IN A ROW. HOW CAN IT BE SO HARD? ARGH.
Done: Still to go: So close, so close!