Beautiful babies, recently I have been dubbed a wee bit bellicose (book stuff on the simmer), and I’ll take the rap, but I want you to know there will be some content to go along with the pictures this weekend – but until then just feast your eyes…
Okay. I’ll cut it out now. But on a serious note: thank you for reading along and putting up with all my self-referential hooey. Merci beaucoup, from the bottom of my heart.
The editor has done all his work… And I have integrated his suggestions into the text… With a minimum of bickering, a lot of laughing, and some intellectual stretching. Monday on I read the manuscript out loud—it’s the only way—you have to HEAR during that last bit of the process…
If you sit hunched at your computer all the time you will turn into a quivering mass of protoplasm. Get up, stretch, take a walk… Now, get back to work.
Driving home from Dim Sum Sunday the weekend after Thanksgiving, we came to a road so beautiful, so golden with autumn, that I made The Mister pull over and hopped out of the car to snap this picture. As it is I can barely contain myself, because—drum roll please—this is…
“The first thing you must remember…(is that an) editor does not add to a book. At best he serves as a handmaiden to an author. Don’t ever get to feeling important about yourself, because an an editor at most releases energy. He creates nothing.” *** That exceedingly modest quotation was…