Ode to Neglected Blog

Who’s avoiding editing anymore this morning – ME!

Great blog, from the Point of view of Obama’s Teleprompter:

“I’m sure some of you have seen the footage of Joe Biden’s speech today, where after the wind has knocked a Teleprompter screen over, he said, “What I am going to tell the president when I tell him his teleprompter is broken. What will he do then?”

First, it wasn’t me.

Second, we don’t bother giving Joe a real Teleprompter. It’s just two screens that plays “Tom and Jerry” cartoons on a loop.”

Shall I compare thee to a rainy spring day?

Thou art a more indoor activity and more climate:

Rough book edits to take up the waning days of May,

And Readercon’s lease hath all too short a date:

I promise I have not forgotten this blog. I have just been busy.  Let’s see…what has happened over the last week, ah yes, I have joined the glassy-eyed massed who chant IKEA while sacrificing small children in front of a fire.  I can admit it, I was something of an IKEA snob.  I was proud of the fact that I never had and never would own something from that store.  I had walked into an apartment about ten years ago in which all of the furniture was IKEA, and ten years ago their stuff was crap…but I can admit it.  They grew and changed as a company, so too can I grow and change as a person.  I gave them a chance and walked out of the store a happy little convert to the cult of flat pack, pick it up yourself boxes.  I even managed to resist the siren’s song of buying way more than I needed.  I went into the store with a goal and the only impulse buys I made were $12 storage boxes and $29 for a hat/coat rack I’ve been desperately searching for for three years.  Total price of trip $139.  Go Nikki, Go Nikki, Go Nikki.  And I now have a work desk that spans the entire wall of my bedroom, Wahoo!  I plan to paint/decoupage it at some point in the future.  I am letting it settle into its environment and tell me what it wants on it. (AKA I have no time to do that right now.)

We are headed to NY for a family party this weekend.  James is gearing up to go to MD for a month-ish. (When it comes to his plans I never know for sure.) I have been dog walking most days, taxi driving (sigh) at all hours, and not studying Hebrew as often as I should be.  My Amazon book order is trickling in sporadically.  I got tired of feeling rushed with my library books so now all finance and property books are being classified as Reference material in this house and I am just ordering them. (I cheated and picked up an art book and an anatomy book for artists as well, but I am paying for these out of my own savings so it just means some finance books will have to wait.)

My ordered books will have to wait to be studied because…I have registered for Readercon coming up in July.  This is a SciFi book convention in which they focus exclusively on books.  No costumes, no visual media, just authors and publishers talking about SciFi.  I wasn’t aware that it was coming up quite this soon, and although I have NO delusions that my book might be published this year I still thought it might be prudent to have the edits finished by then…But editing, oh editing you great beast.  Is there such a thing as being done editing?  I am constantly rethinking the necessity of certain passages and each editor brings up great points, points which often require more to be inserted.  I ask where I can cut 30,000 words, I get back revisions suggesting more story they would like to see. And they are right, the story would benefit from that information.  I just had never thought to put it in.  So I race against time and I don’t think I will win.

Alright, enough stalling. I have to get back to editing.  Peace out yo.