My new favorite place to edit: In the dining room. On the table. After work. With a glass of wine. While the Roomba whooshes at my feet.
I worked on the book last night after I got off work, and the noise of the little vacuum (which had filled up with animal hair during the day and hadn’t finished its cycle) was great white noise. I thought I’d be too tired to do any real work, but maybe the tiredness lowered inhibitions — it went well. I monitored the glass of wine (monitored it REAL well, oh, yeah) because I’ve never been a drink-and-write kinda gal, and I don’t want to be one. It was nice yesterday, though.
Editing. It doesn’t suck. Not near as much as I thought it would.
Also regarding editing, memo to Caltrans:
YOUR ELECTRONIC SIGN IS KILLING ME. You know, the one at the 580/238 split.
"Please drive careful" is not okay. Ever.
The other signs in the area say "Please drive safely." "Please drive slowly." "Please use caution." These are all acceptable. But if you can’t fit the word carefully on a sign, USE SOMETHING ELSE.
I swerve a little every time I see it.
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