What a day I’ve had.
I schlepped into Manhattan late this afternoon to hand deliver the Damn France manuscript. This damn thing weighs a ton (well, 1/200th of a ton) and it was hot and I was so tired to start with, having worked until late last night betting the final bits in place.
People: I had to hand number every page. Which is not just a matter of jotting down the numbers 1-208 in consecutive order. I had to make a special template to put on each formatted page so I could position each numeral correctly, just a hair above the bottom trim, center page.
And it’s hard to make each numeral look beautiful. (2s and 6s are very tricky to get right.) I had to white-out a few, and then put scotch tape over the white-out before I re-drew the numeral — the scotch tape smooths the surface so I can make my number real purty.
Also, it’s not a very ergonomic procedure, putting little bitty numbers on one page after another after another after another. I was at it for four hours.
And then I wrapped it all up and schlepped it to Bloomsbury. I brought my camera and I took really great photos to document this momentous occasion, and to show you all the innards of a big time book New York book publishing company — I even went into the Publisher’s corner office and took pictures.
And then I walked up Broadway to the new happening hipster Ace Hotel on 29th Street and I took photos of its cool happening hipster coffee shop: Stumptown Coffee (shout out to all you Pacific Northwest hipsters).
And I am exhausted. So I’m sorry that you’ll have to wait until Monday to see the pix (friends, it takes hours to cull, crop, size, and position this many photos and I want to crawl into bed ASAP).
So for today, Get Away Day, here’s what it looked like on my patio the other day, when I was a tad late getting lunch out to my crew and the tribe gathered to collectively give me the Stink Eye:
Have a Great Weekend.