Wednesday, Aug. 17, 2005 - 5:42 p.m.
Cost of the War in Iraq
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Two Gacks and a Not.
You know what the editor of the novel said when I told her the author didn't like the sketch of the cover? "She's not paying for it, I am".
GACK!! What a horrid attitude. The editor is theoretically publishing the WORK Of the author. Without the author there IS no book. And the author's opinion of the book cover doesn't matter? Cuz she's not paying for printing it? Nice. NOT. She seemed to be utterly and completely dismissive of the author having any say in it, completely disinterested whether the author disliked it, or what the author suggested. Let's just say I don't think I'll jump at the chance to work with an editor who has that attitude towards their book creators again.
Why is the publishing world full of people with putrid attitudes??
The CBC radio (and tv) is in having contract disagreements with their employees union, and so most of the regular programming is replaced. All my fave radio personalities and shows are replaced by smarmy pap. Horrid horrid horrid. For god's sake, CBC, once again, it is your creative staff who makes your business. Treat them with some respect and sign some contracts (apparently they don't want to sign for fulltime positions).
Disappearing Boy told me that the potatoes are fine but not making potatoes. I could tell the soil hadn't been disturbed, so was curious how he would know. I shoved my hands down down into the trashbuckets of potato dirt and compost... and felt....
Small yes, but still, potatoes. Really, I will be happy if I get two or four small edible potatoes out of the venture. Yay for container-grown potatoes.
Go back one to read my "i'm home" entry last night.
So there will be some photos. But not gads of them. Sorry!
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Goodbye Michael. May your next life be kinder to you. - Thursday, Jun. 25, 2009
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