Take out.
The dining room table has seen far more action than the kitchen counter this week. Last night my Dad dropped off the free lasagna he got from spending $250 at the Superstore, which takes up too much freezer space and he and my Mom wouldn’t eat anyway, and Mike put it in the oven while I took over traffic reporting on the Homestretch. Tonight, right now in fact, we’re eating the muhammara with pita wedges and salty grilled cheese sandwiches made with olives, feta and that salty, stringy cheese Mike picked up from Aida’s for us to eat with our hands while we edit.
That’s Cathryn up there, spending yet another evening rearranging text and aligning ingredient lists. This project could not have happened without her. An art director for almost 20 years, she this year became a casualty of the crumbling print media industry, and so poured her recently acquired extra time into this project. Lucky us. To be honest, I’ll miss our late nights working together.
(In case I haven’t put it out there before, if anyone is looking for a wonderfully creative, open-minded, generous, personable, not-at-all-ego-driven designer of anything, I cannot recommend her highly enough.)
SO yes, the book is together. It’s done. I need to come up with something for the intro page, and comb through it once more time, and double check the index. And then tomorrow morning Cath and I are meeting for coffee and an upload, at which point it will FINALLY BE DONE AND AVAILABLE. And I am looking forward to a mighty long nap. I’m worn out, and I sound like a sort of sultry Marge Simpson. And I want me some W time. And I need to get back into the kitchen.
P.S. I almost forgot! I’m feeling badly about all of you who so generously offered your editing eyeballs – because the direction has shifted to a POD (print-on-demand) system, we a) have to get the book finished and uploaded quickly, because the system can’t queue orders so we can’t pre-sell like we thought we could, and b) it’s all on one pdf file, which is 18MB, and so it’s not like I can email it to anyone either. At this point, the point at which I thought I’d call in some backup, I suddenly don’t have time to burn CDs or transfer files to get it into anyone’s hands. Also, Blurb is processing orders and taking care of shipping, which is great, but it means there won’t be a need for our tentatively planned envelope stuffing party. On the upside, I’m hoping it means a larger reach and more book sales worldwide.
And in terms of getting a visit in, there are still 9 spaces at the table for the Farm table dinner on February 24th!
February 02 2010 | leftovers | 20 Comments »
