Ooooh, I’m excited! Mr. Fed Ex is delivering my galley tomorrow. Galley = my next book on 200 sheets of paper, laid out as it will look when it’s a real book a few months from now. I get 7-10 days to read through it, make any changes with a red pen (oh, shoot! i have no red pens! only purple!), and send it back for the final editing run-throughs. This part is almost more exciting to me than when the actual book comes out.
So, my editor e-mails me to tell me this, and he attaches a document he calls a “style sheet.” This lets the proofreaders know how they’ll be handling this particular book. For example, “capitalize pronouns of Deity.” Some people write “him” when referring to God. I like to write “Him.” The proofreaders’ job is to make sure everything is consistent. He wrote words like “mommyhood” and “not-yet moms” and stuff. Not really words, but I use them throughout the book, and this tells the p-readers that it’s okay. Basically, the writers don’t usually see this sheet, because it doesn’t matter to them, but my editor said he thought it might be “of interest” to me.
I click on the attachment, and the first thing I read is, “Allow extensive use of fragments.” HA! In other words, it is absolutely improper use of the English language to form sentences without both a subject and a verb. When I write, it’s 50/50. Half of my sentences are complete; half are fragments. I’m blessed to work with a publishing house that accepts my quirks and allows me extensive use of grammatical incorrectness. Bless them!
Gabe had a nice birthday. His mom came down and watched the girls so Gabe and I could go out to lunch and get Livi’s birthday presents. She came down early to go to church with us. Too bad Ava had a fever, and I had to stay home with her. Nina stayed home too, because she was still asleep when it was time to go. Right after I wrote my last blog, the madness began. I was up 15 times that night if I was up once. Nina crying, Ava wanting water, Nina crying, Ava needing medicine, Nina crying, Ava…Nina…Ava…Nina…
I was trying sooooo hard to stuff down the self-pity and feel blessed to have children to love. It was 3ish, and I was rubbing Nina’s back and decided to say (out loud) something like, “Thank you, God, for the blessing of my children.” I was so tired that I said something about a zebra. Tried again, and just mumbled incoherently. I gave up. Crawled back in bed, only to discover Gabe had taken my pillow. I couldn’t believe he thought it was okay to be joking at a time like this. Burst into tears and cried myself back to sleep (took 20 seconds probably). Found out the next morning that he thought it was morning, and I was up for the day and didn’t need my pillow any more. Hmmm…
So Gabe’s parents bought him a nice, nice, nice office chair for his birthday. Executive captain super web-designer man leather chair. I won’t be jealous. I won’t be jealous. I won’t be jealous. And I’m not really. And my desk is nicer.
For as long as I can remember I have wanted to paint words on my walls. Verses, quotes, sayings, words. After our little painting adventure last weekend, the desire only got stronger. I found 2 websites (here and here) where you can buy the words, and even though it’s pricey, it may be something I save up for. Mmmmmm… I can’t tell you how happy this makes me.
I went grocery shopping this afternoon, and I could barely hack the holiday madness. I get such an icky feeling this time of year when I see people rushing all around and just…consuming. More on that later.
That’s all for now! Happy Tuesday!