Somehow I got out of the what to blog about routine. Some days were just days. Yesterday we did stuff. We took Emma across the border, up to Presque Isle, for a birthday party for her bestest friend ever. (pics on flickr) As soon as we went through the checkpoint, she looked around, saw a guy in his yard and said, “Oh look! An American!”
It was also the first snow of the season.
And I went shopping while there. I bought fabric at stupid prices.
I’ve run out of words – I got a zip file of my six chapters back from editing late Friday. I took yesterday off, then today I did chapter 1. Again. There are color coded comments everywhere, and then I had to add my changes and my comments. It’s hard – not as hard as actually writing the content in the first place, and Lisa had warned us what to expect and not take it personal. I mean, I made it past the first huge hurdle. As long as I submit things back in a timely manner, they can’t get rid of me.
Tomorrow I do Chapter 2, and my word count for anything else will go way, way down. Hmm, I think I may need to take new screenshots too. GREAT. I hate doing screenshots, they have to be a certain resolution and size. I have to reset my monitor every time.
Anyway! A chapter a day all this week, but Friday. Friday my local quilt shop has a “Sew with Jo” day, and I can go there with my stuff and spread out and sew. All afternoon. This is my reward.