thoughts at 2 am
I love 2 am. Darkness. Velvety quiet. Moist air muffling the truck sounds just a little bit.
It is hard to believe that it is already December 13 (well, actually December 14! I had promised myself a post per week. Where has this week gone?
To Sylvia.
Sylvia, my fellow artist, confidante, buddy, and Santa Fe Art Colonist, et al, has been editing books (art historical, technical, ) for some time. She had a MAJOR MAJOR deadline on a pair'o' projects. And she found out that *I* used to edit books, too. So she hired me.
Yes, in another life, I used to be an editor. Querying authors. Restructuring flimsy writing. Cataloging and cleaning up errors. Hiring, negotiating, phoning, etc., etc. Macro and micro. WAY big picture and teensy details. Complicated, highly literate, and fun work requiring patience, extraordinary thorough-ness (is there such a word?) (I guess I'm not being paid to look it up right now......), patience, the ability to manage details, patience, and gobs of curiosity.
Almost every day (out of the past ten or so) I have spent ridiculous numbers of hours editing two manuscripts with/for Sylvia. I would take breaks to (a) grade my students' work, (b) sleep, and/or (c) keep up about a third of the things I had previously committed to. I have been cancelling cancelling cancelling soooooo many things. But a deadline is a deadline.
Anyway, Sylvia, the rest of this week is now given over to (a) taking down The Longest Potholder [awwwwwwww} and (b) finals. I can give you no more hours, at least not this week. Best of luck with the insane deadline you are working against.
You are a fantastic boss.
It is hard to believe that it is already December 13 (well, actually December 14! I had promised myself a post per week. Where has this week gone?
To Sylvia.
Sylvia, my fellow artist, confidante, buddy, and Santa Fe Art Colonist, et al, has been editing books (art historical, technical, ) for some time. She had a MAJOR MAJOR deadline on a pair'o' projects. And she found out that *I* used to edit books, too. So she hired me.
Yes, in another life, I used to be an editor. Querying authors. Restructuring flimsy writing. Cataloging and cleaning up errors. Hiring, negotiating, phoning, etc., etc. Macro and micro. WAY big picture and teensy details. Complicated, highly literate, and fun work requiring patience, extraordinary thorough-ness (is there such a word?) (I guess I'm not being paid to look it up right now......), patience, the ability to manage details, patience, and gobs of curiosity.
Almost every day (out of the past ten or so) I have spent ridiculous numbers of hours editing two manuscripts with/for Sylvia. I would take breaks to (a) grade my students' work, (b) sleep, and/or (c) keep up about a third of the things I had previously committed to. I have been cancelling cancelling cancelling soooooo many things. But a deadline is a deadline.
Anyway, Sylvia, the rest of this week is now given over to (a) taking down The Longest Potholder [awwwwwwww} and (b) finals. I can give you no more hours, at least not this week. Best of luck with the insane deadline you are working against.
You are a fantastic boss.
posted by laurelpaley at 1:55 AM
1 Comments:
HA!
Typical Laurel, taking on too many committments...
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