We live in one household now.
We almost didn't make it over the border because the horrid customs woman grew suspicious of TD's marginal status (even though I was importing the goods).
We did make it, and now we're home.
Guy and Miles are playing "internal soccer" in honor of Holland's first FIFA win.
I got a brand new LG Droid today. It rocks and I feel all modern.
My feet are the size of cantaloupes.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I will jettison my Egg escape pod and send the book manuscript back to the publisher. I still have to send the editor a revised book proposal (a.k.a. "Banns of Egg"), but I can't wait to send the entire MS back any longer. The most important thing is to obtain another reader's report (hopefully a positive one!) and then the editor will take the proposal to the editorial board. So, I've reached the point where exhaustion outweighs trepidation and it's going out for better or worse.
I've decided to be a little easy on myself about the 6 extra weeks it took me to complete these book revisions (beyond the 3-month personal deadline I'd inititally set for myself). Since receiving the reader's report, I've halfway cooked two children (indeed, I'd already begun when I got the report, but I didn't know it), revised and seen the final proofs of two articles, taught 3 classes, and packed and moved one and a half households (I'm in the midst of the second one now - this last one over an international border). Not too shabby for a semester...
Anyway, I'm actually keen to get back home, where we will finally be a one-household family once again, and get started on researching a new article which will be a part of Egg II. I'd love to see how far I can get on this before the aliens land!! The thought of doing a little leisurely research is extremely appealing summer work...finish the research I'd begun a while back, begin outlining an article version, maybe draft a bit of the article...cool...
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
I'm having a tough time jettisoning the Egg and it's reached a level of procrastination I'm not completely familiar with. I'm a procrastinator from way back, but I have really overcome it since childhood - once in a while the tendency rears its ugly head, but I'm able to quash it like an untoward subpoena. And I've always been able and willing to get my work done in a timely fashion (usually I stall on dishes).
But, I can't seem to get my mind around finishing the last few things I need to do before sending this MS back to the press.
Here's all that remains to do:
1) Revise the first few paragraphs of the Introduction to begin a bit stronger.
2) Revise the Table of Contents to reflect changes in page numbers, chapter titles, etc.
3) Revise the general book prospectus to agree with my revisions.
Nope. Nuthin' else. WTF? This might take a day or two max!
So, at 4 in the morning I was thinking about my resistance to getting these last few things done. I can't and won't let Guy and Miles take the lion's share of the blame on this (although I am sleeping insane amounts). And even having TD's brother in town last week doesn't explain it all - I could have and did easily send them off to do their own thing while I "worked" (read: futzed around on the web). No, it's something else.
When I was originally preparing this manuscript to be sent to the press last summer and early fall, I was a powerhouse of efficiency. I cranked that puppy out. I was nervous about sending it, of course, but I was eager to get it to them. They could have said no right away, but there was a better chance of a revise and resubmit because they had solicited the manuscript. But this time, I realized in the wee hours of the morning, the answer will either be yes or no - not the cushier, fluffier R&R. It's now or never for them. If they don't like what I've done, they'll just pass on it. eek.
The revisions the reader wanted were not major, but I'm still worried I haven't done enough. Before, I felt like I could hit the ball into their court because they'd likely hit it back to me. Now, I'm stymied at the serve line (please pardon the horribly stale analogy).
So, peeps who have written books and/or articles: do you guys find yourselves having more trouble sending back an R&R than sending a first submission?
I'll end this post now because it's become part of my procrastination agenda...
On a separate note, I've been diagnosed with conditional pregnancy carpal tunnel syndrome in both my wrists. So, I wear little splints at night and sometimes during the day.
I feel like I gimp-blimp.