
Today’s random reminiscing: spending a whole car trip stretched out on the shelf in the back window of my dad’s Plymouth, reading a book.
I saw bats flittering around yesterday, and today I heard the first cicada. Spring is finally here. I’m hoping that tomorrow a bat will catch the cicada.
I’ve been getting a few more freelance jobs, which is good, but I haven’t gotten anywhere near the prices I’ve wanted for doing them, which ain’t. I’m hardly in a position to refuse work, but it annoys me that people have such low expectations as to what it should cost to do these things. Would you edit a 35,000 word book for less than $300? (I did turn that one down.)
I wish I’d made this:
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