It took almost 5 hours to print a complete copy of the Book. Now, I'm sure you're thinking, "Damn, that's a big effin' book!" But you'd be mistaken. Even this copy, which is double-spaced for the Editor, is only 477 pages. Unfortunately, the printer kept grabbing extra pages, so in say, a bundle of fifty pages, one gets skipped while the backs are printing and voila! Suddeny page 133 is opposite 139 and that's just wrong. I ended up having to print it in bundles of ten to twenty pages at a time so prevent sticking and extra page-grabbing. Bastards.
However, the long and arduous night is over and Wednesday I'll be delivering the Book to our Editor and thus begins what I refer to as the Book's college education. My co-author and I birthed it, raised it and taught it through it's entire life and now, it's moving out for the first time. *sniffle* I suppose I'll have to write another story to keep empty-nest syndrome at bay.
In other news, I have a cat on my lap named Mr. Loki Peepers who just yawned at me with a big blast of cat breath. My roommates son has a fever and I'm playing caretaker today. Because of the printing fiasco, I didn't get to bed early, as I'd hoped to, so I'm quite tired. I have a doctor appointment this afternoon and I work tonight, so catching a nap may very well be beyond my means and strength to manifest.
Inspired by
nitemarehipigrl's post entitled Amusement, I played with more rhyming and wrote this silly blurb:
With a giggle and a gaggle I'll run around with a star-spangled banner getting fatter on a platter of horseradish and peanut butter splattered on my tattered rug like a bug in the mud so I bathe in a bucket of suds on the run from the police at least I'm done.
Yes, I'm done.
However, the long and arduous night is over and Wednesday I'll be delivering the Book to our Editor and thus begins what I refer to as the Book's college education. My co-author and I birthed it, raised it and taught it through it's entire life and now, it's moving out for the first time. *sniffle* I suppose I'll have to write another story to keep empty-nest syndrome at bay.
In other news, I have a cat on my lap named Mr. Loki Peepers who just yawned at me with a big blast of cat breath. My roommates son has a fever and I'm playing caretaker today. Because of the printing fiasco, I didn't get to bed early, as I'd hoped to, so I'm quite tired. I have a doctor appointment this afternoon and I work tonight, so catching a nap may very well be beyond my means and strength to manifest.
Inspired by
With a giggle and a gaggle I'll run around with a star-spangled banner getting fatter on a platter of horseradish and peanut butter splattered on my tattered rug like a bug in the mud so I bathe in a bucket of suds on the run from the police at least I'm done.
Yes, I'm done.