Monday, April 1, 2013
It's Raining Something, All Right
So, remember that potentially lucrative job I applied for? I can't remember if I ever said what it was, but I took an editing and a proofreading test in order to be considered as an editor/proofreader for the Penguin Group, a big publishing company. And they finally got back to me, this weekend, and offered me a job! I will be proofreading a giant Clive Cussler manuscript, an author I've never read but have certainly heard of, so this is rather thrilling. Somewhat less thrilling is their hourly rate for proofreading, which is less than half my usual editing rate, sigh. I assume they'll pay more for editing, when and if they have me do that, but will they pay as much as I usually make? Is this a step forward or not?
Still, being a Penguin editor is pretty cool, n'est-ce pas?
And then I was contacted by someone I don't know who asked if I could take a 40-page dry academic manuscript and turn it into a lively and interactive piece for a website. Could I? Sure? Maybe?? I've never done this before, but it seems like something I could do. (And the preceding dialogue with all the question marks is one that only appeared in my head; to the Someone I Don't Know, I said, Sure! Of course! Happy to! I am all exclamation points and confidence with my clients, believe me.)
And I still have one more editing job to finish of the three that materialized last week (I got two done over Easter weekend — I hate working on weekends and holidays, but short of a Samantha Stephens nose twitch, what can you do), plus a fun job for my sensational blogging friend Bev, plus the book my Math Practice boss wants me to write . . .
Yeah, I'm not going to think about any of this right now. I just finished a job, six hours of sitting at my computer, and I'm going to go stretch and maybe take a hot bath or maybe just go right to sleep; either seems possible (and Mimosa's currently hogging the tub; she says that tonight's karate class comprised a lot of urchins crawling all over her, and she's bruised and sore. Maybe I don't understand karate?).
All sorts of fun goings on this weekend, including a night of drinking and games with Brunie (and a special guest appearance from Superdad), which resulted in my sweating tequila at zumba the next morning and getting the lady next to me tipsy, but I'm wilting rapidly and need to step away from this infernal screen now. Peppy life news must wait for another day.
p.s. I just canceled my "final" appointment with my Mohs surgeon. My enormous gaping nose wound is now smaller and less noticeable than the chicken pox scar I've sported on my forehead since age 5. I'm declaring myself healed.