I'm supposed to be spending the weekend editing. I'm supposed to be editing right now. I'm supposed to be trying to make sense of a manuscript filled with jargon, yet missing simple words in the middle of sentences.
It has statements in it like "We have to stop barrowing money from our children's future." Obviously, I run in the wrong circles. Not only did I not know that I had children, but I have never had enough money to need to put it into a wheelbarrow. My wallet usually suffices.
It obviously needs a lot of work. And I have been spending a LOT of time this week working on it while Christopher has been gone. I've put in at least a little time 3 out of 5 nights this week (I didn't do any on Monday night, simply out of principle). I actually had to curtail a couple of phonecalls this week so that I could get back to my "work time." And that really sucked.
But, all week, I've been planning to use tomorrow as my power-editing day. My day to kick this manuscript's proverbial ass. My day to show it who was boss and come out the other side triumphant.
And then I got the lunch invitation. For lunch at some as-yet-undetermined location about an hour from home. Which means that I'm easily going to lose about 3 prime freelancing hours. I probably ought to feel a little guilty about that. But... nah...
Screw the editing. I'm going to leave the barrowing behind and see what re-connecting after nearly 20 years feels like, instead.
2 comments:
I approve! Have fun with your friend tomorrow, and say "hello" for me (forgetting the fact that I don't know the person).
Oh, I've been meaning to talk to you about the "children" thing. Um, yeah - guess I left it a bit late...
LOL
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