Friday, bah, humbug
If you can ever avoid it, please don't work with people in the property industry, or PR companies, for that matter. They seem to be of the opinion that they understand spacial elements on a two-dimensional layout, not to mention the vaguaries of the English language better than professionals who work with these concepts daily. For instance "multiple sclerosis" is not the name of a person or a company. Much like "cancer" or "heart attack" there is no Need To Capitalise It.
Ugh.
And, while you're at it, please don't argue with the sub-editor. She may not have a degree in English but she has been working in newspaper publishing for a few years now, and before that it was magazine publishing. By now she should know what she's doing. Not to mention that she also edits fiction in her spare time, so get a life, buddy.
What part of "the deadline for getting pages offscreen is 10am" don't they understand? At 1.30pm I was still waiting for the cows to come home to roost and fending off calls from the prepres guys.
Enough of that. I'm tired. I want to go home and sleep. Tomorrow the Adamastor Writers' Guild meets for its March gathering, a picnic under the trees in Terri's back garden. It will be wonderful.
Status:
Antjie Somers has reached the 10 300-word mark.
Lyrical Press has now officially signed my contract for Khepera Rising.
Last Woman Standing is available in Something Wicked magazine.
Every Dog Will Have His Day is complete and standing at 3 400 words, ready for editing.
That Which is Buried is the next piece of short fiction that is in first draft stage.
Jam Jars and Fairy Dust contract must still be signed.
Ugh.
And, while you're at it, please don't argue with the sub-editor. She may not have a degree in English but she has been working in newspaper publishing for a few years now, and before that it was magazine publishing. By now she should know what she's doing. Not to mention that she also edits fiction in her spare time, so get a life, buddy.
What part of "the deadline for getting pages offscreen is 10am" don't they understand? At 1.30pm I was still waiting for the cows to come home to roost and fending off calls from the prepres guys.
Enough of that. I'm tired. I want to go home and sleep. Tomorrow the Adamastor Writers' Guild meets for its March gathering, a picnic under the trees in Terri's back garden. It will be wonderful.
Status:
Antjie Somers has reached the 10 300-word mark.
Lyrical Press has now officially signed my contract for Khepera Rising.
Last Woman Standing is available in Something Wicked magazine.
Every Dog Will Have His Day is complete and standing at 3 400 words, ready for editing.
That Which is Buried is the next piece of short fiction that is in first draft stage.
Jam Jars and Fairy Dust contract must still be signed.