Collate

This is the view from my office door today.  I’m pulling together all the various corrections from all the various editors and putting them into one master document that gets sent off to Zoe, the book designer (translation, it’s really really really close to done, but it’s still going to be a while before you guys get to see it).

On the desk, from right to left we’ve got:  KCC1 (to make sure any conventions established there are carried on here), Heather’s notes, The Boy’s notes, the notepad with a list of files to update, the coolest keyboard in the whole wide world (if typing hurts you try one of these, it’s worth every cent), the Chicago Manual of Style, and my notes.  On the screen are Cathy’s notes and the master document in which everything is getting combined.  And of course, supervising it all, is Barry the Kitten Overlord.  He’s hard at work making sure I make good progress.  Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a cup of tea if I’m to make it through the rest of this project.

 

All is Lost

It is possible that I’ve spent too much time proofreading in the last few days.  I’m not sure, but it seems likely.  The hissy fit I just threw because I could not find the particular green pen that I’m using to make corrections on this print out might be a hint.  The three minute rant I delivered to the cats (no I cannot just use another pen, no not even another green pen, it has to be that pen or else it won’t match the edits I’ve already made and the.world.will.end) could be another hint.  As could the fact that I’ve now secured a backup green pen (same shade, same tip type) and a back up pink highlighter and locked them away from kittens to protect against any such future catastrophes.  But dammit, my marked up draft is awfully pretty.  And now, I think I need a cup of tea…away from the computer.