Posted on January 11th, 2013
You guys, this week. This. Week.
First, there is ever-present school drama, which is…um…really starting to be annoying. (I know, like it wasn’t before?) I finally went ahead and scheduled an appointment with the principal because I have had it to here. It’s Monday. I am just…done. Hobgoblins of little minds.
Speaking of hobgoblins, you will never have a more entertaining email exchange than when you ask someone who believes in fairies for curriculum based measurements and methodology for normalizing age and temperament in making academic readiness assessments. (Short answer: We don’t like your cold, hard science.)
We took her to her pediatrician for a reality check. Guess what: the kid who dances with swords does, in fact, have decent gross motor skills. Go figure.
Second, there is the drama-of-the-last-book-I-edited, in which the publisher fucked up everything that could possibly be fucked up, up to and including LOSING THE BOOK ON THE SCHEDULE, then “finding” it, introducing massive errors into the text, ruining the formatting (then blaming the author and me, but never CCing me when they did that, because hello, I would have called them on it), finally getting it out when they were supposed to after the author had to work overtime on the galleys, and then they released the book — for free. It’s fixed now.
In other news, someone called me out on the use of the term “prime minister” in the Regency. You might think this would bother me, but you know, it was the most fun I had all week. Any time I get to pull down a book that weighs over five pounds to refute an argument, I get all tingly inside. No wonder I went to law school. I even got a paper cut! It was just like old times.