My wife is very understanding about a lot of things - me being gone for conventions, stints of late night reading to (try to) get caught up on submissions, marriage to an author/editor whose compensation is usually in the form of fame (limited) rather than fortune (any) - but there are some times when I know better than to even ask for her understanding. This weekend, for instance, is one of those times. It's our anniversary.
So even though my to-do list for the next few days includes writing an essay for a friend's forthcoming book, an article for the local newspaper, a proposal to OSC for something I want to do at IGMS (ooh, mysterious), my letter from the editor for the next issue of IGMS, my announcement to IGMS readers that Darrell Schweitzer is going to be writing regular author interviews for IGMS starting with issue six (hey, Darrell; welcome to the Medicine Show), and a few other similar odds and ends (to say nothing of the fact that I'm already several weeks late on delivering edits on my novel to my new publisher)...
...what was I talking about?
Oh, right. I'm shutting my computer down. Walking away. Got a date with a fine woman; see you on Monday.
Unless she makes me a better offer...
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Have a great anniversary weekend with your wife, Edmund!
(And I can tell from experience that an editor's 'to do' list (let alone an editor who tries to write, as well) will never approach zero.
Ever.
So do enjoy the weekend, and feel no guilt.
Wait a minute. Never? Nobody told me that before...
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