Another day of burning brain cells on this manuscript. I’m just finishing up my foreword for it, after a long nap and some dinner. I’m exhausted. Tomorrow is more editing of the final chapters that came in this evening, as well as an optometrist appointment to make sure my prescription isn’t outdated, a second set of glasses, and a dress rehearsal for the Beethoven.
Ibuprofen and cat naps are my friends.
Oh look – a glass of red wine.
If I find the phrase “you should” one more time in this manuscript, something dies. In a messy fashion, very likely.
The only things keeping me sane right now are Evanescence, Howard Shore, and a bottle of ibuprofen.
A wand is a power tool and a ritual instrument for invoking deities.
I kid you not.
And no, the author didn’t mean it in humourous reference to the potenially high-energy applications of the wand. Maybe I have power tools on the brain these days, or maybe this is just poorly worded.
Every once in a while I just throw back my head and howl reading through this book. Sometimes in agony, sometimes with laughter. This one was a bit of both.
We just picked up the photos.
One entire roll didn’t take; something went wrong with the camera. The other roll doesn’t have a single usable picture on it; they’re either too bright (resulting in blinding white skin, red eyes and fuschia lips), or underexposed.
My emotions can’t decide whether to let me be angry, or just cry.
I’ll make an appointment with a professional studio this week. I was trying to avoid this because I hate sitting for portraits. I was more comfortable with someone I know doing the shots. Professional pictures always turn out with me looking like I’m wooden, with a hideous plastic smile. The really horrible part about this is that the poses and shots on the film that came back were good; just over or underexposed.
I think the anger is definitely turning into a desire to just cry.
Looks like the spammers have finally figured me out. The latest non-sequitur subject header that fell into my inbox read bibliography minerva coronet.
I think I’d like winter to be over now.