Daily Archives: December 17, 2003

Plans Foiled

Argh. I’m just pulling my hair out today. What was supposed to be a nice quiet day reading through a new 500 page spa book for fun turned into a surprise rush editing job from my publisher that’s just hit seven hours and still no end in sight.

I’ve resorted to taking Vivaldi out of my CD player and inserting Evanescence, turning up the volume, and pouring a large glass of wine to keep me going. My next break will involve creating a business card that says something along the lines of:

Autumn’s Editing Services:
Making People Sound Better Than They Are

Seriously. My confidence in my own writing abilities is skyrocketing. Copy- and content-editors everywhere will weep with joy when presented with my work, because not only do I know what I’m talking about, I know how to say it.

Back to the drawing board.

Ego Boost

If ever I needed assurance that I can write a book, the experience of editing professional authors’ work is convincing me of it. Ye gods.

And I think my cats did some odd sort of “change the rain into snow” spell. Two of them fell behind one of my short bookcases this afternoon, at different times. I am convinced that it was no accident, but arcane action of some nature.