The incredible shrinking manuscript
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 07:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rolanniThe 50th anniversary party was a huge success; Mom-and-Dad-in-law were obviously enormously pleased and touched.
We had Friday evening dinner with Barbara Karpel, who some of you met at Boskone, and got a Cat Fix, graciously provided by Cory and Blackie. Miss Grey was Shy on Friday evening. On Sunday, we stopped by and saw my father and stepmother for a few hours before we headed back to Maine. Saturday was the Big Event of the weekend.
The party was held outside, which was good, because the house couldn't have comfortably held all of the guests. Unfortunately, it was July.
Twenty years remove from Baltimore's weather hasn't improved my tolerance for it, and even the locals admitted that it was really warm. I spent most of my time under the tent, where it was marginally less meltingly hot than it was outside of the tent, having a very pleasant conversation with Steve's ex-wife, whom I don't get to see nearly often enough.
Alas, driving south, then north again, for a grand total of 1,555 miles across three days did not do Good Things for the Schedule in terms of the Fledgling second draft. Tomorrow is, alas, a work day, as is the day after. Will need to beat feet on the days following, and before we leave for Denver. I really don't want to lug a Huge Pile of Paper with me on the train.
...and, no, I don't edit on the computer. I edit with a red pen on paper. Messily. So there.
Mozart had a small visit with his good friend Dr. Slack today for the tri-annual rabies shot and another, of cortisone, to help him with the Summer Huffles. Cats get hay fever. Who knew?
The laundry is almost done and Steve is making noises about the evening meal.
I tell ya, the excitement never ends around here.
Beginning word count; Fledgling first draft:
Fledgling second draft:
We had Friday evening dinner with Barbara Karpel, who some of you met at Boskone, and got a Cat Fix, graciously provided by Cory and Blackie. Miss Grey was Shy on Friday evening. On Sunday, we stopped by and saw my father and stepmother for a few hours before we headed back to Maine. Saturday was the Big Event of the weekend.
The party was held outside, which was good, because the house couldn't have comfortably held all of the guests. Unfortunately, it was July.
Twenty years remove from Baltimore's weather hasn't improved my tolerance for it, and even the locals admitted that it was really warm. I spent most of my time under the tent, where it was marginally less meltingly hot than it was outside of the tent, having a very pleasant conversation with Steve's ex-wife, whom I don't get to see nearly often enough.
Alas, driving south, then north again, for a grand total of 1,555 miles across three days did not do Good Things for the Schedule in terms of the Fledgling second draft. Tomorrow is, alas, a work day, as is the day after. Will need to beat feet on the days following, and before we leave for Denver. I really don't want to lug a Huge Pile of Paper with me on the train.
...and, no, I don't edit on the computer. I edit with a red pen on paper. Messily. So there.
Mozart had a small visit with his good friend Dr. Slack today for the tri-annual rabies shot and another, of cortisone, to help him with the Summer Huffles. Cats get hay fever. Who knew?
The laundry is almost done and Steve is making noises about the evening meal.
I tell ya, the excitement never ends around here.
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