A reminder that there’s lots of new life out there these days. Gives me hope.
I had something very interesting that I was going to write, but then I had to wait for my laptop to warm up, and then I had to wait for Microsoft Word to load. It took a long time because I am trying to finish final edits on my book, and that is a long document which I try to keep active, so by the time Word finally opened, I had forgotten all the things I was going to write that were brilliant. So instead I spent about an hour editing my book, which was probably a better use of my time, come to think of it.
(In case you are interested, my book “Ordinary Holy: Searching for Grace in the Everyday” comes in at just over 230 pages and is made up of 100 journal-like reflections. Some of the entries are a little vulnerable. Some are silly. Some are full of gratitude. Kind of like life, no?)
So I have a hard copy of something that looks like a book. I printed a few preliminary copies last November, so I could see how the whole thing came together in book form. A few generous souls volunteered to read that first version and gave me valuable feedback. I have been trying to make simple changes and edits since then; it has been a slog. The self-publishing company that I used recently abandoned the book building platform that helped me create the initial version of my book. Instead of being able to make changes in my online account with them, my only option now is to work with a PDF that they sent me.
So I just need to make changes in a PDF. Surely this must not be so very difficult?
My brilliant and generous friend who is also a professional graphic designer sighed and shook her head when I asked her this. Because basically, it is very difficult.
It is 7:15 pm on Saturday evening, and 7:15 pm on a Saturday is much too late to begin writing a blog post. But if I do not start now, there will be no post. Probably that would be fine. Except writing the post is something I can do on a Saturday night when I am home alone that makes me feel better.
