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things I like and things I dislike… at work

So the great Joe Verde gave me one of the most awesome presents ever yesterday, courtesy of Think Geek.

It seems I have a reputation with self-inking stamps. Let’s not allow the fact that I once specially ordered a “superseded” stamp online just to use on all my old drafts cloud the reality here… Stamps are amazing and everyone should love them.

Needless to say, we (I) got a little carried away with myself “liking” and “disliking” things at work.

I dislike the fax machine because, even when it does work, it just gives me more work to do.

I like my tea and my toys. Obvs.

I dislike actual work. Also obvs.

More actual work to dislike.

The Oatmeal and Eddie Vedder = Double Like.

So that’s my Tuesday so far, over to you!

why my cat is awesome (and it’s not why you think)

So I’ve been so busy editing (deadlines, man, do they suck, eh?) that I haven’t had much time to write any new posts. I am, however, an iDouche, which means have the power to record voice memos when I’m supposed to be doing better things (i.e. driving safely).

In lieu of a written post, I present you with this. A verbal recount of why my cat is the coolest damn cat in the world. It’s not because he’s cute or anything (he’s not, really) but because he can outsmart skunks… and my dad.

Listen here: Why My Cat is Awesome

And look at the cutesy fluffiness here:

My cat could beat up your cat... and you, actually. He's a beast.

editing with a cutlass… in space

So I’ve finished the first draft of the yet-to-be-titled novel about pirates in space.

Now the editing begins.

As difficult as the writing itself can be, editing is its own little beast.

It is the shellacking together of various materials; the severing of arteries; the repackaging; the re-pasting; the smoothing over of cracks; the varnishing; the thick coats of paint over the primer.

It is the endless decisions: cut this; add that; “over” or “under” or “for” or “to” or “on” or “above”; this name that name his name her name.

It is riding the wave of the narrative as it rises and falls and ultimately breaks against the shore.

It is pinpointing the details… as a television detective strings together locations on a map on the wall in order to find the crux of it all.

It is seeing the forest through the trees; it is watching the forest grow and then trying to camp out inside it; it is trying to find your way through a tangled maze you built yourself.

It is exhausting.

It is fantastic.

I'd edit my manuscript with a cutlass if I could.