By contract, I am required to supply my publisher with a photo for the back-of-the-book author shot. No problem. I e-mail my editor the photo I had professionally taken a few years ago and that I will probably still be using when I'm 90. It's lovely, she says, but given that this is a cat book, might I have some pictures of myself with my cats we could use?
I do not. Not only do our cats not cooperate in the picture-taken process, they actively sabotage it. Plus...
In an attempt to thaw out my permanently frozen fingers, I picked up a pair of fingerless gloves this week from Target. (NOTE: Gloves do not resemble chain mail as much as the accompanying photo may lead you to believe.) No go. The gloves, while warm, are too thick and bulky to allow for ease of typing and writing. A friend sent me a link to a site that sells fingerless cashmere gloves for $25, plus S&H. Since my $12.99 el-cheapo gloves were a bust, I may have to investigate.
Meanwhile, I'll hang out with my fingerless Target gloves and hope 80's Madonna-inspired fashion cames roaring back into vogue.
More patience than I have. Luckily I married the world's best man, willing to come home from a 10-hour workday and dig into a job he didn't know he'd signed up for.
The Holiday Open House for the Rockingham County Arts Council will be held Sunday, December 13th and invitations go out this week. That means 1500 brochures that must be folded, then stuffed, along with printed invitations, into envelopes, which must then be sealed shut.
I figured Blair and I would sit in front of the TV for about 2 or 2 1/2 hours and get the job done.
HA.
Four hours into the task and we were about two-thirds of the way done. My lower back was screaming from being hunched over, folding and stuffing, and I fear Blair may have depleted his saliva stores for life.
I stayed in a good mood for the first three hours, at which point I started muttering about how my volunteering days were over. Blair, cheerful as always, tried to humor me out of it.
"We're a team," he said. "Isn't it nice, working together? Hasn't this been nice, spending time together?"
"Shouldn't you be licking something?" I said, glaring at him.
I'll try to adjust my attitude for tonight. Another 500 envelopes await us...
My apologies for the slow blog week. The days keep slipping away from me. For about two weeks now I've been walking around thinking, "By tomorrow I'll be caught up." You'd think at some point I'd clue in that I'm lying to myself, but it turns out I'm pretty gullible...
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