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mellotron_breakfast) wrote2010-05-04 01:08 am
mellotron_breakfast) wrote2010-05-04 01:08 am
Entry tags:
Housekeeping: Schedule, Hedgepig
Schedule
The following is for proofreader sign-ons who want to be the most helpful.
August is the "AAmanuscript" deadline. This isn't arbitrary; it gives me a couple of months at least to cope with your scathing review composed with different coloured letters cut out from magazines. Then I can work on the second draft and be in the right frame of mind before writing the part that comes chronologically after that story ends (aka "November"). Also a good time to let me know if you can't make feedback to speak of, which is acceptable; if Kyt finishes the other two thirds then I'll have plenty of divergent views already.
December is the earliest I would want to see anything about "BBmanuscript" at all, owing to how I want to think about a project so distant to the proofreader that it doesn't even get a place in the schedule. If you send me anything I will compulsively open it and be distracted from what I would rather do, and not be very happy. I'm already getting into the headspace I need from the couple of critiques so far, so some ideas have time to cook.
Which is not to say you can't write something. I just don't want it. Stash it in Drafts or something, lest you incur the wrath of the dreaded Tokoloshe, or are abducted by aliens.
False alarm
I came home to a nasty looking cage with some sort of growing wet puddle and smears that looked red. I immediately flew into a panic and phoned my father, trying to figure out a way to get Oona to a veterinary emergency clinic.
I called off Operation Rescue Rangers when I used the bath trick to examine her paw and found that, though I couldn't see the sutures, it didn't look like an open and bleeding wound. It just looked like the usual, a paw covered in crap.
In the process of cleaning the cage I found that the smears weren't red. They just looked that way because the floor of the enclosure is blue. In fact, the mess was ultimately the result of somebody deciding to feed "treat" chicken that had paprika on it. Before going to New York I will have to stress to this caregiver that he should just feed her food for hedgehogs, because things like only ever giving meat without any seasoning whatsoever on it doesn't seem to occur to people other than me. He also doesn't know which other kinds of treats are surprisingly dangerous and wouldn't remember if I rattled off a list, so he shouldn't bother with that.
I didn't come home to much-needed mail like a paycheck or imported disc, but I did find the bag with paperbacks and hardcovers and the Levitation boxset in it. Now I can listen to a digital copy of Dangerous Vision, nobbut with way better production values than the crap ones from the Zones LP.
I'm going to go sleep now, free from the possibility of a face full of cat at 6 AM. The cats are safe with mommy now, no need for Uncle D.
The following is for proofreader sign-ons who want to be the most helpful.
August is the "AAmanuscript" deadline. This isn't arbitrary; it gives me a couple of months at least to cope with your scathing review composed with different coloured letters cut out from magazines. Then I can work on the second draft and be in the right frame of mind before writing the part that comes chronologically after that story ends (aka "November"). Also a good time to let me know if you can't make feedback to speak of, which is acceptable; if Kyt finishes the other two thirds then I'll have plenty of divergent views already.
December is the earliest I would want to see anything about "BBmanuscript" at all, owing to how I want to think about a project so distant to the proofreader that it doesn't even get a place in the schedule. If you send me anything I will compulsively open it and be distracted from what I would rather do, and not be very happy. I'm already getting into the headspace I need from the couple of critiques so far, so some ideas have time to cook.
Which is not to say you can't write something. I just don't want it. Stash it in Drafts or something, lest you incur the wrath of the dreaded Tokoloshe, or are abducted by aliens.
False alarm
I came home to a nasty looking cage with some sort of growing wet puddle and smears that looked red. I immediately flew into a panic and phoned my father, trying to figure out a way to get Oona to a veterinary emergency clinic.
I called off Operation Rescue Rangers when I used the bath trick to examine her paw and found that, though I couldn't see the sutures, it didn't look like an open and bleeding wound. It just looked like the usual, a paw covered in crap.
In the process of cleaning the cage I found that the smears weren't red. They just looked that way because the floor of the enclosure is blue. In fact, the mess was ultimately the result of somebody deciding to feed "treat" chicken that had paprika on it. Before going to New York I will have to stress to this caregiver that he should just feed her food for hedgehogs, because things like only ever giving meat without any seasoning whatsoever on it doesn't seem to occur to people other than me. He also doesn't know which other kinds of treats are surprisingly dangerous and wouldn't remember if I rattled off a list, so he shouldn't bother with that.
I didn't come home to much-needed mail like a paycheck or imported disc, but I did find the bag with paperbacks and hardcovers and the Levitation boxset in it. Now I can listen to a digital copy of Dangerous Vision, nobbut with way better production values than the crap ones from the Zones LP.
I'm going to go sleep now, free from the possibility of a face full of cat at 6 AM. The cats are safe with mommy now, no need for Uncle D.