Extras by Scott Westerfeld
The Time Travelers (Gideon the Cutpurse) by Linda Buckley-Archer
Wondrous Strange: The Life and Art of Glenn Gould by Kevin Bazzana
Making Music for the Joy of It by Stephanie Judy
Twilight by Stephanie Meyer
Devilish by Maureen Johnson
A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L’Engle (reread)
A Wind in the Door by Madeleine L’Engle (reread)
Beyond the Spiderwick Chronicles: The Nixie’s Song by Holly Black & Tony Tetrazzini
Extras, Devilish, and Twilight were, as I expected, consumed in one sitting each. I feel slightly bad for the YA writers I read, because I know how much work goes into crafting a book, and then I plough through it in an hour and a half.
Most of the month was taken up by the Bazzana book on Gould and the Judy book on adult amateur music-making, both thought-provoking non-fic.
This? Is fun. I like editing technical documents that I can understand.
I’ll have to work tomorrow night to make up for the half-day earlier that they want the document, and the half-day I lost today to a very slow file transfer, but it’s all hours.
I like work that is fun. It’s not exciting, but fun. Particularly in the not-insanely-stressful vein.
That Hallowe’en costume I said I’d do for Liam for his benefit?
It was a major hit with the boy this morning. We showed him the shirt and a small smile flitted across his face. He touched the logo gently and said, “Incredibles?” Then he enthusiastically helped take off his Nemo jammies and get the shirt on, and even was very interested in getting the ‘super-pants-socks’ on. Not bad for an iron-on transfer, a pair of black woollen tights, and a pair of red socks with the foot part cut off. It won’t win any prizes, but he adores it, which is what counts.
Perhaps there will be a better photo later. He wouldn’t sit still this morning. (Naturally!)
As I (cynically) expected, all is go this morning. The company accepted everything I quoted them, but silly me, I was waiting for someone to actually say ‘Yes, everything is fine, we’ll do this, thanks’. Nothing infuriates me more than a lack of response to direct questions to confirm a contract. My time is valuable. Even if I don’t have another immediate job lined up, there are other things I schedule into my days, and leaving me hanging not only screws up my week but other people’s weeks as well. I’m going to start using return receipts even if there have been no communication problems to date; maybe that will give me some peace of mind.
Good thing the imminent rewrites for the pregnancy book didn’t fall into my in-box yesterday with a three-day turnaround like I was afraid they would.
Apart from being irritated on principle, it will be good to feel productive for someone else and be paid for it rather than doing the whole future-investment thing of writing something uncontracted for myself. Now I’m just waiting for the link to the document to arrive, and then away we’ll go.