new attempt at journaling
I'm doing an email journal with my sister and will cross-post here. Some of the stuff is responding to her so I'm sorry it's a little nonsensical and one-sided.
Hi!
I’m excited to give this a try. I’ve had zero motivation to write in my journal. And with my memory, that’s a very bad thing. So much lost.
Hope you guys are having a fun summer. You just got back from girls camp, right? How did that go? I also heard you’ve had some unusual heat…yes? Or not in your area?
It’s too overwhelming to try and do any kind of catching up so I’ll just tell you about what I was up to yesterday. Since it was Friday, that’s a day I go to the Church Office Building. I normally ride the bus, mostly because I loathe to drive downtown. I do it when I have to but there is a bus stop way close to my house, and I tell myself I will get all kinds of things done while I ride. Sometimes I really do work on my book. But sometimes I just need to do a crossword puzzle. Ha.
But this morning, Danny called. He is finishing up an internship at an oil refinery. (He has two more semesters in his Petroleum Engineering degree.) It was one of his last days there, and they said he could go up to the tip top tower. So Art and I drove over there (it’s in North Salt Lake) and took pictures. The pictures are a little bit silly but it was fun. Then Art drove me to Salt Lake. First we hadda go to Trader Joes. I love that place. Then he dropped me off downtown.
The offices take up the 23rd floor. I love it so much there. Such a great feeling. When you are here sometime, I’d love to have you come and have a tour. (Cubicles! Whee!) I mostly worked on my upcoming article for the January 2018 issue. I thought it was done a couple of weeks ago, but once the designers started working on it, we discovered it needed more edits. It’s on Family History AGAIN, haha. I also did proofreading tasks and screened some incoming manuscripts. That is a hard job. It’s just hard to say no to people, and we almost always have to say no. I can tell they’ve worked hard on their thing, and most of these people aren’t used to the commonness of rejection that exists in publishing. One guy sent us 50 poems. Probably his life’s work.