So every few months, I get what I think is a bog-standard grief dream. My dad is alive. The death was a mistake. The funeral? An error.

( Cut for discussions of death and grieving. Because you might have something more cheerful, or at least less morbid, to do today. I won't be hurt if you do! )

Had a meeting with PubDude and Mrs. Pub. late this afternoon, extending well past 5:00. They want to know how to go on, and how we can work together better. Of course this is all moot because we don't have any new projects coming up, because PubDude would rather play editor than actually acquire books ( Read more... )