Enga mellom fjella

A Proof...

... well kinda ...

Me:

I finished the chapbook and printed out a proof.

I was happy. Now I'm not.

*sigh*

Very difficult to catch errors, especially small ones. Or unimportant ones like the font ... I mean who cares about the font? Me ...

So, I have a proof and the time this morning to redo it if I have the energy and oomph.

I woke up with the beginning of an anxiety/depression cycle. I banished it in the shower. I have too much to do.

Plus now it's sunny after a night of snow (not much). Wintry conditions are expected for today though and I don't have car ... so bus ... unless minor miracles happen (and they sometimes do).

Individual prose poems are posted by my door. I put up an old copy, the cover and 16 of the pieces. I didn't put up the one I wrote for Lavinia because I want it to be a surprise!

Well ... it sure will be.

This morning there was a note under my door from her saying she wanted a copy ... with some money. She doesn't know yet she gets two "for free" because one of the poems is for her.

She will.

... as soon as I get over myself, get to the printer and spend beaucoup buckos to print it. Then the collating, the stapling, the folding ...

Fortunately, folks I wrote for (plus the "editors") are sending me their address so I can get a chapbook in the mail before I leave on Friday.

Got message from Lorin, Thomas, Ann, Sharon...

Now if Julia in England would respond ... yep, one gets to go across the Pond.

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