Hens Lay Eggs
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Beat that deadline!
Every industry has deadlines; some are more flexible than others. For a freelancer, deadlines are sacred. If you guarantee delivery by a certain time and/or date, then you’d better do whatever it takes to meet that deadline. Your reputation depends on it.
How do you calculate the deadline?
When you’re in the business I am, you have to count backward.
If the press needs the documents by close of business on the 30th of the month, then you need to know how long it will take you to do your part of that project. If you’re responsible for more than one part, the calculation becomes a bit more complicated. When that calculation depends on the responsiveness of others, your calculations might go out the window.
That’s a reality I try to impress upon my clients. I can tell them how long I need to do my part, but I can’t estimate how long they’ll need (or take) to do their part. I don’t control their activity or use of time.
My inability to control other people is one reason why I seldom guarantee delivery by a certain date or time. Another reason is that life has taught me the truth of Robert Burns’ prophetic words: “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men / Gang aft a-gley.” In modern English, that’s translated to “The best laid plans often go awry.” If that still isn’t clear, remember Murphy’s Law? If something can go wrong, it will.
Whether I’m sidetracked by a power outage, veterinary emergency, or something else, whatever causes a delay will disrupt my carefully laid plans to meet a tight deadline.
Murphy’s Law justifies the prudence of padding due dates with wiggle room. If I don’t do that, something happens that causes delays and I become very stressed. Stress isn’t good for anyone taking medication for hypertension. Therefore, it’s best to anticipate such interruptions and accommodate them from the get-go. Then I’ll do my utmost to beat that deadline and deliver early.
And if you want me to guarantee a tight deadline, then I charge extra.
Heat, Humidity, and No Service
The week beginning Monday, June 17, was hot and humid. Temperatures cracked 90 degrees Fahrenheit; humidity exceeded 70 percent every single day. Although I realize correlation is not causation, I do believe the sweltering weather had something to do with the short power outages that struck at least once every day.
I live in a rural area. Our power consumption is nowhere near what it would be in an urban area; however, the power grid apparently had difficulties coping with the load.
For most people in my neighborhood, the heat and humidity don’t pose a problem. They work in air conditioned spaces, and their houses are air conditioned, too. I work from home. My house has no ductwork, which means we don’t have central air conditioning. We use strategically placed window air conditioners: one in the bedroom and one in my office. Of course, if I turn on the office AC, then I have to lock the dogs in the room with me.
That’s not usually a good idea. So, I’ve got a fan running 24/7 in my office. It doesn’t help much.
It was a busy week, too. The acting editor-in-chief of the magazine I edit—we’re trying to get the July/August issue out now—offered me a quick proofreading job for another client. I took it on, started working on it over the weekend, and delivered the proofread document a day early. That was serendipitous, because we lost internet access, cell phone service, and telephone service from 9 a.m. to 8 p.m.
(At least for those 11 hours I didn’t have to deal with any spam calls.)
Unless I was able to speak with someone face-to-face or wanted to mail a letter, communication ceased. Without access to the internet or cell service, my work was dead in the water. I could do nothing. The brutal heat and humidity discouraged physical work, so I retreated to the living room (which is cooler than my office) and read.
I read four books.
I read Kade the first book in Jenna Myles’ Brash Brothers series. It was a hoot! The book has sarcastic humor and a female protagonist who is both kind and strong in both character and body. This is no delicate flower or shrinking violet, but neither is she an terminally stubborn idiot who’s too stupid to live. The hero’s physically strong, but an emotional wreck; however, he manages to work through his issues with the help of his brothers and some candid conversation with his one true love. It’s an adult story that doesn’t have the characters jump between the sheets before the heroine—who’s not ruled by her hormones—is damned good and ready.
If you’re looking for good romance, I strongly recommend this book. The proofreading could have been better, but it’s a solid 5-star book anyway.
I read You’ve Got an Earl by Bianca Blythe. This is a Regency romance featuring a rather easily manipulated, 18-year-old heroine and a beta male for a hero. The hero isn’t awful, but he’s quick to take advantage of an innocent girl many years his junior. The heroine, who succumbs to his liberties all too readily, teeters on too-stupid-to-live. Regardless, the story kept my attention, and the editing was decent. I’d give this one a 3.5-star rating.
I read Doctor’s Surprise Twins by Sofia T. Summers. The editing in this fluffy romance was decent, too. The heroine knew what she wanted, although she displayed a complete lack of consideration for consequences. She’s also sexually aggressive, which isn’t my favorite trait for a heroine, especially when she seduces the hero into breaking his own very reasonable workplace rules. For protagonists who work in healthcare, their abject failure to consider the consequences of unprotected intimacy garners one strike. I’d give this book 3.5 stars.
I read Savage Is My Kingdom by L. A. McGinnis, the first book of her Wicked Realms series. This fantasy features another 18-year-old heroine who’s not naive, but she has a consistent habit of making poor decisions that get people killed. As the heroine learns painful lessons, she grows in wisdom. It’s an adult coming-of-age story that becomes a reverse harem “romantasy.” Again, proofreading is an issue, although this story kept me engrossed despite the errors sprinkled throughout the book. This would be a 5-star read if it weren’t for the lackluster editing.
So, yes, while I’m reading I’m certainly not writing. But one of the hallmarks of a good writer is one who reads extensively. So, let’s just consider my over-the-top reading habit as extra training. And in the meantime, I’m still hustling for paid writing and editing gigs.
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What the heart wants
On May 29, my Facebook feed brought up photos of a lovely black Morgan mare that looked nearly identical to my lovely Lady Anastasia who had passed away in 2020 at the ripe old age of 35. My heart lusted after that horse, but the horse was scheduled to be auctioned off on June 1 somewhere in Pennsylvania, and I already had commitments for the day. So, I bid her farewell and wished her a soft landing.
On June 3, that mare popped up in my Facebook feed again. An internet acquaintance who is also a Morgan aficionado purchased the horse and another Morgan gelding at that auction, rescuing them from the terrible experience of the auction cycle. She offered both horses for sale to good homes.
It had to be fate.
“I don’t need a third horse,” I told myself.
My heart really wanted this mare to come home to us.
“I don’t need a third horse,” I told my husband. “What am I going to do with a third horse?”
“Put her in the rotation,” my husband replied, referring to the order in which I ride my horses. “When am I picking her up?”
I wavered, quibbled with myself, and finally made a decision despite not needing a third horse.
You already know what happened. We brought Bar Nothing Hazell home yesterday.
I still don’t need a third horse, but I really wanted this one.
I’ve noticed in my decades of animal husbandry that there is no limit to how much the human heart can love. As we say in my household, there’s always room for one more.
So … about Hazel. She’s a 2010 model, about 15 hands on a tall day, and lean. Don’t worry, we’ll fatten her up. If there’s one thing we know how to do, it’s fatten up our animals. She seems calm and sensible and kind. All four hooves are shod, so I left a message with the farrier to schedule an appointment to have those shoes removed. She’s trained to both ride and drive.
My thanks go to Lori Sargeant of Three Fates Morgans who plucked Hazel from the auction cycle. I look forward to many good years with Hazel.
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