Everything has been steady and calm lately. No meetings. No calls. I’ve chosen how to spend my time and set my pace.
As of next week, that changes. Yesterday I received the editorial comments for an upcoming book, with a deadline for completion. Some changes are slight and won’t take long. Others, not so simple. I also received a note from the editor of different book. She has now completed her deep reading of a book I (and two others) have in the works with her. Next week she’s sending her remarks and requests for revisions. I expect to receive word — next week — from the editor on a third upcoming book that will require some tweaking and perhaps rewriting. Next week a fourth editor is sending the contract for a collaborative book with her. I will go first, writing poems so my colleagues can follow up with their own work. We could get started on that as soon as next week. Next week I have a zoom meeting about a fifth book, one that I’m eager to start writing. But it won’t be next week.
Why is that man laughing? He’s not hysterical. Really. He’s just a happy guy.