I’m in the middle of page proofs for my first book, and I thought it would be a really satisfying process, but it is one of the most intellectually and emotionally challenging things I’ve ever had to do. Looking at something you wrote a couple months ago is sort of like looking at high school pictures of yourself from twenty years ago. Why did I think that hairstyle was cool? And there are a whole bunch of other issues that I won’t get into but that have to do with having my work copyedited by someone who apparently knows less about Chicago style than I do. And I know zilch.
So, as a quick break, I’m going to post some pictures of my trip to Colorado but not about the film festival because that’s a whole other story. But stuff just before and after.
This is West Dallas Creek Road.
And this is the town of Telluride, where we went after leaving West Dallas Creek Road.
And these are the cute Victorian houses in the town of Telluride, where we went after leaving West Dallas Creek Road.
And these are the chic modern houses, next to the cute Victorian houses, in the town of Telluride, where we went after leaving West Dallas Creek Road.
And this is Gold King Basin, which we visited after we left the chic modern houses, next to the cute Victorian houses, in the town of Telluride, where we went after leaving West Dallas Creek Road.
And then we left Colorado, and I wept.
This book of yours…it doesn’t happen to be in the style of “There was an Old Lady Who Swallowed a Fly,” does it?
I sort of wish it were. Might be more enjoyable to read right now . . .