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After sleeping all day, I feel pretty much 100% back to normal, whatever that is. Only now, I think I've over-slept and now, I just want to go back to bed. Oh well.
In better news, synchronicity has sent me an editor for my book. She used to be an editor for a subsidiary of TOR Science Fiction, which is one of the publishers we're considering submitting to. I love the world. My co-author and I were just talking about our need to have the book final-edited by a professional editor while we were walking around Aztalan the other day. I need to make veiled hints to the Universe when I'm there more often.
Tomorrow is Memorial Day. What are we supposed to be remembering again? All I have to remember is to get a newspaper or three, rewrite my résumé, and prepare a bunch of paperwork to be mailed or faxed on Tuesday. It's time to start selling myself again. Why does looking for a new job make me feel like such a whore?
In better news, synchronicity has sent me an editor for my book. She used to be an editor for a subsidiary of TOR Science Fiction, which is one of the publishers we're considering submitting to. I love the world. My co-author and I were just talking about our need to have the book final-edited by a professional editor while we were walking around Aztalan the other day. I need to make veiled hints to the Universe when I'm there more often.
Tomorrow is Memorial Day. What are we supposed to be remembering again? All I have to remember is to get a newspaper or three, rewrite my résumé, and prepare a bunch of paperwork to be mailed or faxed on Tuesday. It's time to start selling myself again. Why does looking for a new job make me feel like such a whore?
