Hooray Hooray for Deadline Day
9:45 a.m. : I wonder where I learned to write, and why they didn't teach me about transitions, comma splicing or how to make things interesting.
10 a.m. : I've finally hit a stride in my writing, but it's snack time, and I'm not missing snack time. I have string cheese at snack time, every day, and it is great, every day.
10:03 a.m. : Post-string cheese, I am unstoppable. My revisions run from me in terror as I smite them with writing skill.
11 a.m. : Bad luck. Deadline day this month lines up with newsletter day, meaning that Charles has dropped about an hour's worth of proofreading in my inbox. When proofing press releases, you're basically checking for the same things in each one: Run-ons; mangled commas, apostrophes and quotes; tense errors; extra words and styling issues. I enjoy the practice in proofreading, but because there are so many releases to read, they can kind of blur together, making accuracy difficult and putting the old monotony clamps on my brain besides.
12:10 p.m. : I have a little time before lunch. I try to get back to my revisions, but after the newsletter, it's just not happening. I fuss with delinquent e-mail responses instead.
12:30 p.m. : I browse through The New York Times online as I eat at my desk. This is a habit that started because I was sometimes waiting for phone calls, but I do it now because I like to read the paper. Today there is an article about how scientists have just finished decoding the Neanderthal genome, and now they might be able to clone one. The article is wonderful, and deals with my favorite kind of science, which is mad science. I delight in picturing the Planet-of-the-Apes scenario that could result with two separate humanoid species inhabiting Earth, and make a note so I don't forget to bring this up to Kyle later.