Just When You Thought It Was Safe

You’ll never guess what I’m doing.

Yes, indeed. Editing the manuscript of that book which has landed in my inbox yet again. This time I’m answering the copy-editor’s final questions on the ultimate rewrite.

La la la, I can’t hear you — mainly because if I do I’ll say something very uncomplimentary that you likely don’t deserve, because I have about this much patience today. (Imagine me holding two fingers touching each other. Yes. Touching.)

I keep thinking a grim mantra which goes something like this: My book will be different… my book will be different… when I finally get around to working on it again, which was originally on today’s agenda… my book will be different….

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