Stupid Things I Have Done

Yes, I’m still here. I had a short vacation, followed by a bout of stupidity. I would blame the stupidity on the vacation, but I had actually planned for the stupidity before I even packed my suitcase. What was this stupid thing I did once and will never do again? I promised two authors I would do heavy edits on their rather long books in the same week. Normally, one heavy edit per week is plenty of work. Two is too much—way too much. Two is stupid.

Editing for twelve hours a day is not fun. Trust me on this. My brain still hurts. And let’s not even talk about my other end. Oh, what the heck. My butt hurts too. My back hurt for a while, but it’s better now. Editing in general is not for sissies. Editing hour after hour for days on end is only good for people who don’t mind missing out on life’s little joys. By “joys” I mean things like showering, eating a tasty dinner that did not come in a plastic tray, folding the laundry, reading the comics. Then there are the more basic things like breathing and watching Flash Forward. The only thing I haven’t been missing out on is sleep. Hey, I’m not that stupid.