I’m back on babysitter schedule, with daughter getting her certification this semester to become a paramedic. After that she has (I think) a one year holding pattern before she goes back to school for the final year to get her RN. I know there’s typically a 3 year wait for nursing school, but paramedics are fast-tracked for the job. Then it becomes her issue to find childcare for her son whatever hours she works, but at least she’ll be bringing in some income to go with the bills, in theory. She kind of has to – the clinical experience as a paramedic is part of the prerequisite for nursing school.
This week was her rite of passage as she bought her first real stethoscope. A purple one, mind you. After all, she IS my daughter.
My writing (at least of the bookery sort) is largely on hiatus for the duration of the semester. I wrote a few hundred words this weekend while Little Guy was at his other grandma’s house, and helped my writing buddy get her editing done. She’s through the initial draft and first edit. Now she’s going through to do her second edit, after which I get it back again.
The first edit was painful. Really, really painful. There was literally more red and yellow highlights than there was non-highlighted. A lot more, in some areas. By the end of the story there were still edits, but instead of edits of the, “Oh honey, no,” variety, it was more in the vein of, “Oooh, what if you… instead of…?” There were still a few typos and whatnot (those whatnots are always deadly) but they were by that point few and far between.
Not that my own manuscript was any better, certainly not the first draft. Or the second, or the fiftieth.
BookCountry.com‘s resident guru invited me to compose something for the site, author to author. I think that’s good – isn’t it? If I can stay awake long enough, I might even do it.