I made a plan for the week where I had the house to myself. I stuck to the plan to a degree, but I moved the goal posts. Please bear with the mixed metaphors. I’m sure more will come.
I finally got my printer to work and printed the manuscript. I was going to read through the first half easily then deal with the big edits for the second half this week.
But when I saw it on paper, I needed to, once again, work more on the first half. I’ve been working on that half since February 2003. I think it’s about time I moved to the second half, don’t you?
Anyway, one thing I came across: for a couple of name changes, I used an edit function in my word processing program to auto fix. This maneuver screwed up any other word in which the sequence of letters of a that very short name appeared. It inserted the new name, also a short name, but not the sequence of letters in the middle of other very common words.
I can barely get through reading the first half without wanting to hunt down Bill Gates and torture him. My facial expression, when I hit upon one is like unto Bill the Cat. Do you remember Bill the Cat? Here’s a refresher, and a starter for those not in the know.
Berkley Breathed gets all credit for creation and imagery of this character from his strip, Bloom County.
Second, where I made changes, I need to smooth transitions of blocks of text better.
Third, my a/c broke. Honey called the repair folks to come on out the afternoon of the same day I had a meeting of a different sort in the morning, so any chance of working on the manuscript was null and void for that day.
And Fourthly, with the place to ourselves, I successfully shifted Toots to napping and sleeping at night on her own in her crib without much difficulty at all. And we got a good start on actively potty training.
Toots and I also had a lot of fun just hanging out, we girls, mom and daughter, goofing around the house and such.
I think that was awfully important, too. don’t you?
And Fifthly, is it fifth? I’ve lost track. I trimmed the boxwoods and repotted the driveway markers with new little japanese hollies, so a couple of rather short drivers – are you lookin’ at me?! – can see to get out of the driveway without hitting the brick borders of the culvert bridge.