Ye olde book trade

It was a long day at work, toiling away on a project I’m not at all familiar with, doing the sort of work I actually haven’t done in a couple of years (back when I was an editorial assistant) with a bunch of new procedures with which I’m not at all familiar. It was the new procedures and unfamiliarity with the manuscript that made it tough going; the meat and potatoes of the work itself, while still really time-consuming, was like falling off a log.

In that it hurts a whole heck of a lot and is embarrassing when people see you slip.

It promises to be more of the same for most of the week. At least I know I have something to fill the days.