This morning I received a partially edited manuscript from the editor. She claims that once I edit the first few pages that she has marked, that I will be able to edit the rest of the manuscript with ease. There is a lot of red. I am not looking forward to this. I can see now why writers pay people to edit manuscripts for them. But I guess I should use this as a learning experience and as I write book number two, I can put into effect what I learned from editing book number one.
RIP Old Friend
On December 26th our big screen TV died. It was as if the “Holiday Gods” were punishing us and laughing because we spent so much money on the kids that we failed to think of ourselves. We’ve have had it for fourteen years. The TV has been around longer than my kids. It has been a fixture in many of our homes and provided many hours of entertainment, so many in fact that the Fox News logo is permanently etched on the lower left hand corner of the screen. We watched planes crash, the economy crash, 9-11, Hurricane Katrina, Y2K, the advance of technology like cell phones, televisions, iPods and hybrid cars, the first African American President get elected and the Packers win two super bowls. I laughed in front of it and cried in front of it. It’s become more like a family member than just a TV.
When we moved into our current house we were hoping to put it in the family room in the basement but it’s so large and cumbersome that it wouldn’t fit down the stairs. It couldn’t be in the living room because we already had a giant flat-screen for that room so it ended up in our bedroom just feet from the foot of the bed. We stood this monster on a hope chest so that we could see every inch of the screen. It looked like hell and would have made the editors of Better Homes and Garden’s cry but when we were in bed it was amazing, it was like having a movie theatre screen in our bedroom.
A few months ago the color started to go and people like Anderson Cooper appeared with yellow under his lips, on his forehead and on his ears. Then the blue started to go and the other night there was a flash of light and she was gone. I went down to city hall to pick up a “sticker” to place on the TV so the garbage men would pick it up. The sticker cost fifteen dollars. As I was leaving I asked the clerk if there was a special day I needed to set it out. She replied that I couldn’t dispose of it until April as they only pick up large items twice per year! So I guess she’ll still be around for a few more months. RIP TV!
From The Mouths of Babes
I had the pleasure of keeping my niece overnight last night. She is four and quite amusing and entertaining to be around. This morning she was up at 5:00 a.m. and hung out with my husband and me for our morning routine of watching the news, drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. As she watched us read the paper
she said we were weird. So I asked her if she knew anyone else that read the newspaper. This was her reply: my Mom gets the paper but she just throws it in the trash, my Grandma Cheri gets the paper but she just does the puzzles and doesn’t read it and my Daddy doesn’t get the paper, he only gets bills!
Have a fantastic day passengers!