Wednesday various

Sometimes a Tuesday is just a Tuesday

Today was a less exciting, but also less rainy, version of yesterday. No meetings with authors, no hours hunched over the photocopier, just a lot of reading on art therapy and occasionally marking up pages with my red pen. Reading manuscripts is definitely the most time-consuming part of my job, but it’s also the thing that makes it feel most like editing to me, the thing I enjoy most about it. There’s a genuine pleasure in taking a good book and helping the author to make it better. I don’t think this particular book is going to take a lot of working, mostly just logistical wrangling for the images and accompanying DVD, but I still need to finish reading the last few chapters.

Beyond that, it was just your typical Tuesday.

Tuesday various

Muggy Monday

I left the iPad at home today, not wanting to risk scratching it in my bag, and also not wanting the easy distraction from work and the book I’m reading, Joe Hill’s Horns. I’m enjoying the book, for the most part, but I’m still about a hundred pages to the end and would like to finish. I didn’t need easy access to Twitter or Scrabble or whatever to distract me. But I did kind of miss having it with me.

It was pouring rain when I woke up this morning, and because of that (and because of a lousy, half-broken umbrella), I got a little soaked running for the train. And I do mean running, since I only just barely made it before the doors closed shut and the train left the station. I bought a new umbrella when I reached Penn Station, but of course up on the street the rain had all but stopped, and I never even open the umbrella once today. There was plenty humidity, but the rain was pretty much done for the day.

I’d forgotten, perhaps in my three-day-weekend, brand-new-iPad daze, that I had an author visiting me this morning. There really was no reason for the visit, other than that she and her husband were in the city for a few days — staying a block from this Saturday’s bomb scare, no less — and we’re interested in pursuing a new edition of her book. But I think our discussion went well…even if I do sometimes feel like I’m faking it, having no real background in psychology myself. Still, they seemed like very pleasant people, and it really does seem like a worthwhile project, so I’m glad we had a chance to chat.

And then I spent the next hour or so printing out instructor materials we’d put online expressly so we wouldn’t have to print them out. But it was for just one customer, and I guess not every professor is rushing to join the digital age. It was a lot of paper, but it wasn’t too difficult a request to accommodate.

After that, it was mostly art therapy until the end of the work day.

Now, though, I think it’s just about time for bed.

Monday various