Pet Peeves as a Reader

Pet Peeves as a Reader

book stackOne of the joys of the rise of eBooks is being able to get hold of books I’ve read before but aren’t on my bookshelf for one reason or another. Most of the times these are wonderful trips back to familiar territory and rediscovering a story you’ve enjoyed before.

Then, there are others — and I’m enduring one of those right now. Oh, the story is still fine, even if it’s more episodice than I remember, but the format of the Kindle edition? Not happy. At this point, I can create a basic, working Table of Contents with my Scrivener software; why can’t folks who are (in theory) doing this professionally manage the same? Finding myself putting bookmarks in for chapter beginnings so I can find my way back again if necessary is not particularly appealing. To quote from A Chorus Line: “Dance – Ten. Looks – Three.”

If you’re publishing or re-publishing a book digitally, please check the copy before you release it into the wild. It just makes sense. Thank you.

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On a more pleasant note, today is the birthday of A.A. Milne, born January 18, 1882. I still have the hardback of The World of Pooh and Now We Are Six by A.A. Milne my parents gave me for my sixth birthday, and it is one of my most treasured possessions. There are times when the world is too much and I am happy to retire to the peace of the Thousand Acres Wood and pass an hour or two with Pooh, Owl, Rabbit, Piglet, and, of course, Eeyore. Thank you, sir, for all those lovely words.

With Apologies to John Lennon

Relatives are what happen when you’re busy making other plans.

(Be back soon, hopefully.)



While the rest of the country has been digging itself out from under snow drifts, we’ve been having sudden spring-like weather here in Los Angeles, coupled with some fierce winds. I’m not saying that to make y’all envious; lots of things are suddenly blooming, the wind is kicking pollen and dust into the air — and I’ve got the makings of a sinus migraine.

Doesn’t help that I’m worried about an on-line friend who’s trying to dig out of an abusive relationship and is trying ot move her about-to-be ex out of her place today — and had trouble getting to sleep, so I stayed up too late finishing a book that I enjoyed, but which left me sad.

Ever have one of those days when you’d love nothing more than slide back under the covers but work and the world beckons?

But What If I Don’t Want to Be an Adult?

But What If I Don’t Want to Be an Adult?

We’re buying a new car. Well, new for us. That’s the event that I alluded to earlier in the week. Realizing that our car had reached a point where it really isn’t financially viable to keep it running, we made the decision to be good adults and use the tax refund and my annual bonus from work to buy a good used car. Something sensible, solid and dependable that would get us good gas mileage and serve us well for many years. In fact, we’re going to visit some used car lots today and take a look at things. Sadly, the decision to buy a car means we had to cancel plans to visit London later this year, something we were looking forward to. I’ve been twice, but the husband’s never had the chance.

Now, we have a car we are considering making an offer on — today’s excursion is all part of being adult and making certain we’re making the right decision, not letting ourselves be seduced. We were fine and at peace with our decision — until I got up this morning and discovered that David Tennant and Catherine Tate will be doing Much Ado About Nothing in London this summer. Two actors I adore (I was lucky enough to see Tennant do Hamlet in a play both the husband and I love. And we’re buying a car.

Yes, I’m still being an adult, but aren’t there moments when you just wish you didn’t have to be?

All felt wonderful and

I got nothin’

I got nothin’

I had an idea for this entry at some point Monday morning…

Before I had five managers whining about something not being done prior to 8 AM that I told them last week wouldn’t happen before Tuesday at the earliest.

Before I had to threaten two vendors with grievous bodily harm — or escalating the matter up the chain to their boss — if they didn’t give me the information I’d been promised two weeks ago, oh, NOW.

Before I had to remind a project manager that no, I was no longer an admin and wouldn’t schedule his meeting that required a meeting room for an entire day, a projector, and twenty-eight separate people “just as a favor.” (He asked, “When did you stop being an admin?” My response: “June.”)

Before I found out exactly how badly the plans for a certain event were because some people have to make everything as complicated as possible — and it’s something I’ve been wanting to do.

You know that advice to have a note pad or something with you to write down ideas? This is why you need it. Because the day that started so promisingly can go haywire so quickly once other people get hold of it and your brain turns to mush. The 7:25 AM great idea packs a bag and heads for the Bahamas by ten if it’s not recorded for posterity.

The day was not a total loss. I’m pretty certain what idea I’m using for my workshop this month and I actually got off my sofa and went for a walk after dinner. I even missed part of “Top Gear” to do so.

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