Moments of Pedantic Meander
I should be grading, or finishing my next book due to press . . . but I haven't dicked around on this blog in nearly a month, and I need to brain dump. On what, I have no idea. Normally I sit down and shit -- often shit I should squirrel away from in sheer embarrassment--just pours forth for your reading enjoyment. Tonight, I have little of anything swarming in my deluded and deranged mind. Okay, well I do . . . but it concerns the page margins, rules for citations in Chicago Manual of Style, and how much I hate the hell of press formatting. Yet, why do I do it? I'm a vain bitch who loves seeing her name in print. On the cover of a book is even better. This isn't my first time at the name on the book cover rodeo, so you think I would have a system down. I do. But, sadly, my pocketbook and health would revolt at that much bourbon. Though, I wonder if there is enough to drown me on this side of the Miss...