Um. My book has ALREADY been copy-edited. It came back to me and my co-author this week so we could create the final version before it goes to print. There were minor errors in every chapter. It was a bit surprising as we went over every single sentence line by line.
I hope I’m not being whooshed (after five hours of sleep for the third night in a row with Baby Night Owl I’m not entirely sure about anything :eek:) but I don’t you got my point. I won’t read any book that hasn’t gone through this process. People who argue that they’re professional writers because they wrote something and then offered it up on smashword or lulu need to STFU and go away. Or stop showing up on every other thread on my favorite writer’s board to pontificate about their experience as “published authors.” Especially when I’m trying to get info about the actual legitimate publishing process.
If you are serious email me and I’ll send you the name of my editor. She might be hiring freelance copy-editors.
Rants about my server that dies every time there is moisture in the air.
Says many bad words about cats who eat better than me (I go to the petfood store and buys the best food and grabs a fast food lunch on the way back), who drink filtered water from their fountain and then gets sick anyhow.
Lucky is missing half of his teeth and doesn’t have lips on half of his face. I forgot how hard it was to pill a cat who doesn’t have lips.
*he came crying to my door in the middle of a monsoon storm, wet and hungry. Declawed, matted, hurt and hungry but not able to eat because of the bullet fragments in his mouth.
My rant: I think my mouse is going out. The left-click button only works properly when I hit it in a certain place and even then half the time I’m not sure. (Evidence: it took me three times to copy the link to Pill Pockets because I wasn’t clicking in the exact right place.) This is a problem because it’s a wireless mouse/keyboard combo and I’d have to replace both. And I hate replacing hardware, or anything on the computer for that matter. :mad:
Bullet fragments? Wow, tough cat. Did he work for a circus catching bullets in his teeth or something? The wonder isn’t that he’s missing lips and some teeth, but that he lived to mew the tale at all!
Argh! They closed the park I run at for military training. Damn! I drove all the way out there with the dog for nothing! This is almost as bad as the time they closed it because some girl committed suicide there. Damn and gas is skyrocketing again.
The SO and I have agreed that his car will soon need replacing. We also agreed that we’d save up for several months and have nearly the full price of the car in hand before buying.
He went out and test-drove one of his possible choices today, and he has switched to full-on GOTTA HAVE IT NOW mode. This has everything to do with his compulsive spending problem and nothing to do with he needs it now. I’m not agreeing to going into debt, but rather want to stick to our original agreement. So he’s being pissy and nasty and flinging himself around like a teenager who wants a new video game, and this house is a horrible place to be right now.
We’re on your side. Hey, wait, I’ve got an idea! Send SO with the cash you’ve got in a paper bag, and see if he can come up with a sob story that’ll get him the car for that amount.
Dang about your mouse. I hates how computer stuff can’t be reused for anything.So much extra trash Thank you for making the effort to give me the link.
Maybe cats don’t have lips. Someone who knows more about that could tell us. Cats have skin that covers their teeth. I’m good at giving cats meds. I can give a toothless cat meds. Lucky is easy to pill once I remember that he doesn’t have lips or teeth to hold the pill in. He’s also a messy eater.
There used to be a joke about a missing dog…blind in one eye, missing a leg, broken tail, accidently neutored who answered to the name of Lucky.
My Lucky was also neutored when he came to me. I tried so hard to not call him Lucky, but everyone who met him or heard about him called him a lucky cat…so it stuck.
I have just spent 47 fucking minutes trying to change my profile picture on FB. I did the same last week. I change my profile pictures about twice a year and would they keep the rules consistent for one week? No fucking way!
I got your point loud and clear, and I completely agree with you. Self-published books that haven’t been copy-edited make the baby Jesus cry. I was just saying that if the person who copy-edited your book the first time left that many mistakes uncaught, he or she sucks as an editor and you’re better off just considering yourself at square one and hiring a different editor entirely. Like me, for instance.
I’m not sure why, but I do. I won’t pick it up from the lockbox for weeks at a time, and it’ll sit for more weeks in the house, in a bag, being ignored. The more it piles up, the more I hate the thought of dealing with it. The fact that it would be easier to deal with if I did it everyday doesn’t help, because, large amount or small, I hate dealing with it.
I’m dealing with mail right now. Gotta get that tax information, including the local tax bills and IRS stuff and car insurance proofs and …
The quote for the first bit of damage came in - $3600 for the part and we need to pay for installation on top of that. And this weekend we discovered that the heating system is also damaged although it looks like it might just snap back into place.
The entire car was only $16,000 brand new! (well, dealer demo but still!)
Wednesday the dealership and the insurance company chat with each other and then hopefully fix they car and all is good.
I only go out to a meeting once every two weeks - is there some reason that we have to have all of our snowstorms on THAT particular night, Weather Gods?
I pit my unidentified, Prius-driving neighbor for parking too damn close to me yesterday, though it’s only a mild pitting since no damage was done. This time.
Our little apartment complex has a postage-stamp-sized parking lot in back. I normally park on the street, since my apartment is the one closest to the street, but yesterday I parked in the lot when I got home from church. In the evening I needed to go to the grocery store, and when I got to my car I found the Prius parked so close to the passenger side of my car that I wondered how the driver had even gotten out.
This was a problem because I needed to back out while turning my wheel to the left (so that I would be pointed toward the lot’s only exit), and the Prius was so close that I had to back much farther than normal before I could start turning the wheel to avoid crunching the side of the Prius. So instead of crunching the Prius, I backed right into the low concrete wall between the lot and the actual apartment building. And even then I was only back far enough to avoid clipping the Prius by a couple inches.
Prius driver, you left 30 feet of space to the passenger side of your car, and barely over one foot between your car and mine. Move over a bit!
But, like I said, no noticeable damage to my car, and since it’s a 20-year-old, $400 car, I wouldn’t be too annoyed by a dinged bumper. I was more worried about damaging the Prius, since it would technically be my fault. I have insurance, and I’m not sure if I would have to pay any kind of deductible on the insurance claim, but I know my rates would go up in any case.
Go fellate a rabid wolverine, allergies. It’s really fucking hard to clean the kitchen for Passover when I can’t be in there for more than five minutes without the dust kicked up by cleaning making me sneeze my head off and making my nose run like a goddamned faucet.
There’s a virus or something going around. I just received two emails, one from a mod, one from a poster, directing me to a marketing website. In both cases, the subject was (No subject).
So beware. Looks like this nasty sucker is spamming people in the address book.
11 months I’ve had you. You have sent me into a crippling depression, taken away my favorite drinks, given me insomnia from the pain at night, made me sleep with an ass pillow, maintain a forced stoic expression in public, embarassed me in front of my family, friends, and doctors, cost me numerous dollars spent to kill you, dried out my skin from the baths I take to shrink you, and now, 11 fucking months later you still are not gone. FUCK YOU hemorrhoid. I am 20. I do not need this shit in my life! Fuck it!!!
On the bright side, har har hemorrhoid, it was http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/archive/index.php/t-308731.html
this link that brought me to the straight dope board 11 months ago. And I thank you all for giving me something to laugh at and take my mind off of my own damn problems.
We should make people who park badly go live in a bad-parking colony in Siberia. There would be lots of room there, so they could park as badly as they wanted to without annoying anybody else.
Thank you for making the effort to give me the link.