Okay. okay….. Yes, I did finally get through first edits of the client’s book manuscript — the project I was trying to focus on whilst being forced to sit through three hours of whinging by marble-short old folks at the Mayo Clinic.
Sent that off to him last night. But…hmmmm…. Yeah: BUT… If he goes through with his plan to self-publish the thing, IMHO he needs to hire a graphic designer. I can edit copy, but a page designer, i are not!
And the truth is, it’s a very interesting book. I think he should run it past a few mainline and academic publishers before he tries to self-publish it. Yea verily… I may ask my editor at Columbia if they’d take a look at the thing.
Well…let’s see how he responds to the pile of edits I just dumped over his head, pore fella. If he copes, then I’ll suggest we write a proposal and fling it at a few book publishers.
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Hotter than the Hubs of Hades here today — as it has been for the past two or three weeks. Today it’s more humid and sticky than I can ever remember in Arizona.
The pooch and I shot out the door as dawn cracked, hoping to grab a doggy-walk before the park got too crowded (it being Saturday, all the dog-walkers are out in force) and then get back before it got too hot.
FAIL!
Holeee doggerel, it feels like Saudi Arabia out there. Hot as Hell, and so wet you can hardly inhale the heavy air.
Okay, okay: I will say, it’s not as hot as Rasty Nasty. Noooo, not even as hot as you could expect it to get here as the day wears on. But the thick air made it feel mighty uncomfortable out there.
My favorite neighbor bought herself a place in Prescott as a summer escape. And I must say: that idea looks better and better to me.
Don’t know whether she bought a house, or whether it’s an apartment. To my mind, the Big Drawback is that I don’t wanna have to take care of another piece of property. One house, two yards, and one pool are quite enough, thankee. Even an apartment still has to be kept clean and safely maintained. Ugh: more work, more $$$.
And y’know…it snows in Prescott. I really don’t like driving on icy roads. And given a choice between freezing in the winter and melting in the summer, I think I’ll take the annual melt-down.
Hey. Rasty Nasty used to get so humid during the summer that when you woke up in the morning, you’d see water dripping off the eaves as though it had just rained. Nope: no clouds.
In fact, one day it did get so humid there that, as I was playing in the front yard, rain started to pour down on me out of a clear blue sky.
What a horrible place….
One thing you can say about Arizona: even though it can get miserable, it never STAYS miserable long enough for you to learn to hate the place. Most evenings — probably 90% of them — cool down to a more-than-tolerable temp.