Current word count of Balsamic Moon: 48,114

Slog. Slog. The prose isn’t as bad as anticipated, but it’s still uphill all the way to 50K.

See Autumn fit in five minutes of typing here and there in between teaching, preparing for new classes she has never taught before, working for the US publisher, working for local freelance projects, all with looming deadlines.

See Autumn misplace her glasses so that computer work takes twice the toll.

Sigh. There’s a NaNo sticker circulating about that proclaims I’ll sleep in December. That describes my life rather appropriately at the moment.

Oh yes, this just in (well, not really, but I forgot to blog it yesterday): in Friday’s mail I received my counter-signed contract and a rather flimsy printed cheque, the appearance of which belies its value both financial and psychological. And of course, because it’s in US dollars, I can’t simply deposit it through a bank machine; I’ll have to take the car on Monday and head out to Pointe-Claire to deposit it in person with a teller at my bank branch.

So voila: I am a Professional Editor. Eep.

I am a tired professional editor with no idea where her glasses are. To bed with me.