It never fails—as soon as you hand something to somebody to read, you are overwhelmed by the desperate need to change it. I should disappear the kid and make him a returning soldier. Some days writing is nothing more than barely contained madness.
Real life has been kicking my ass for the last ten days or so, hence the blogging-lite. It should settle down soon. (I hope. Jeez. I’d like to not feel like a gerbil in a Tim the Toolman-souped up wheel.)
Managed to catch up on the Troubleshooters while hangging out at my brother-in-law’s doctor appointments, and I LOVED Dark of Night! Will try to blog about it this week.
The short kid just had to have this t-shirt from Old Navy this weekend. I didn’t notice the typo unti I was cutting the tags off at home, and he won’t let me take it back. It drives me mad.
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May I suggest a blue marker to correct the error?
It would drive me crazy too.
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Yeah I love when my book’s in the galley stage and I’m reading it and wanting to change….oh….everything about it. And I can’t because it’s already in final press setting so pretty much all I can change are typos at that point. :gaah:
Omg on the shirt typo. O-M-G. It would make me insane too.
Hope life settles down for you soon. Miss you, dammit!
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Scrape it off, scrape it off!!!!!
srsly.
And here’re some good wishes so life calms down chez Shannon.
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Barely contained madness, sounds about right! :baby: