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I've been doing a cold reading on page proofs for the New York Review of Science Fiction (www.nyrsf.org) for a while: Kevin gives me the pages, I read them and mark things I think need fixing, typos and factual errors and the occasional layout glitch, and I return them. I used to return them by handing them to Andy to give to Kevin; that doesn't work, because the company they worked at together isn't there anymore. So we'd been coming up with assorted kludges.
This week, Kevin dropped the pages off Monday evening. I finished them Wednesday morning. The weekly NYRSF meeting, my deadline, was Wednesday evening (they always are, but pages are monthly, not weekly), and I decided the simplest thing to do was bring the pages to the meeting, and do whatever gets done at such meetings.
What got done, this week, was mostly a mailing: the new issue to subscribers, and renewal letters to people whose subscriptions had just lapsed. In other words, we put labels on envelopes, then stuffed them. Simple, straightforward, and with time for a bit of chat along with.
In this morning's email, I have a party invitation from someone I met for the first time last night, at said meeting. I guess getting out and seeing people is working. Now I need to figure out if I want to go; probably, if my knee behaves itself soon. (If not, I'll be trying to arrange a doctor's appointment, and avoiding any definite plans until that's dealt with.)
This week, Kevin dropped the pages off Monday evening. I finished them Wednesday morning. The weekly NYRSF meeting, my deadline, was Wednesday evening (they always are, but pages are monthly, not weekly), and I decided the simplest thing to do was bring the pages to the meeting, and do whatever gets done at such meetings.
What got done, this week, was mostly a mailing: the new issue to subscribers, and renewal letters to people whose subscriptions had just lapsed. In other words, we put labels on envelopes, then stuffed them. Simple, straightforward, and with time for a bit of chat along with.
In this morning's email, I have a party invitation from someone I met for the first time last night, at said meeting. I guess getting out and seeing people is working. Now I need to figure out if I want to go; probably, if my knee behaves itself soon. (If not, I'll be trying to arrange a doctor's appointment, and avoiding any definite plans until that's dealt with.)