Saw the surgeon yesterday and got released to go back to work next Tuesday, the 10th. Yay! Originally, I was supposed to go back this week but I still had some swelling that he wants me to ice and walk off more this week before hitting a full work shift. When I whined that I need to go back to work NOW for the money, he said "You know, I keep a lot of people off longer than that." I said, "Next Tuesday will be just fine, sir."
Okay, so glad to have that nailed down.
I went into work the other day and everyone there still remembered my name and, amazingly, I still remembered my locker combination. Now, if I can remember how to do my job...:-)
In other work news, I received the galleys for my Chicken Soup for the Nurse's Soul yesterday. It was exciting since this is the first gig I've actually received galleys on but they did make changes and that's a little hard to take. As a writer you think of it as "my" story and anyone touching it just feels offensive, no matter what the changes are, but I also realize that it's a paycheck and this is the nature of the biz. The book will be in your local Wal-mart in November or December.
Interestingly, I was just complaining to another freelance writer about the story being edited to the publisher's desire and this person made the comment that he wouldn't let them do that, that in his career he would stand up for his story, not allow it to be cut, and that he's found that most editors gave in to him rather than the opposite.
I admire that kind of integrity and I did seriously study it for a moment. Maybe I don't have that depth of a belief in every piece of my writing because the conclusion I honestly came to was that in my writing I react the same way I do in other parts of my life in that I’m trying to find the compromise that will allow me to be the artist I am but still be able to publish and pay the bills all at the same time. If this were a story that meant the absolute world to me, I’d fight like hell. As it is, it’s a nice little story about a sweet conversation with a dying man that will thrill his widow to be in print. It will also pay the electric bill. I’m not happy they cut parts but I can live with it for the benefits.
I'm comfortable with that.
The only other thing that concerns me about it is wondering if it has to be all black and white? Do you have to fight over every piece to maintain your artistic integrity or can you pick your battles like we all have to in the rest of life? If I shrug on this one, does that mean I'm on the precipice of a downward spiral that means I'll rationalize not standing up for the piece down the road that really needs to be pulled? Of course I don't think so but is that rationalization in itself?
In my experience most of life is the gray in between the extreme ends and I feel like I do take a stand when I need to so I think I'm still comfortable with letting it be printed as editted.
Moving on to another subject--Kid stories!!!! We had all four of the nieces and nephew yesterday. Here's a pic of the youngest three: Isaac and Sydney in the front, Kaylee in the back singing to her french fry.
And Jordan, ever the adorable teen, who cannot allow herself to look excited. :-) But then again, we were sitting in McDonald's Playland for the little kids so what's to be excited when you're fifteen and bored? I'll cut her some slack on that one.
So here are the two stories:
I overheard Kaylee say to Gene (what he said I have no idea) "Well, duh, Uncle Gene. I'm not stupid, you know. I HAVE graduated from kindergarten."
I walked by him and whispered "So there, DUMBass. She told you."
On the way to taking them home, we pulled up next to a small used car lot. There was a Dodge pickup in exactly the same shade of blue as Gene's Dodge. I said to Isaac "Is that truck like your Uncle Gene's?"
He said "Yup, it's a Dodge."
I said "How do you know?"
He said "the shape of the hood."
So Jordan asked him what the SUV next to it was.
He said "A Ford."
She said "The gray one next to that?"
Next to that?
Next to that?
And by the way, he couldn't see the lettering on any of these but he was absolutely right every single time. Remember, he's eight years old!
I asked, "How can you tell what they are, Isaac?"
He said "I look at 'em." And he said it in the same tone of voice that you would say "You're an idiot."
We quizzed him all the way home and the only car, truck, or semi he missed was a Saturn sedan. That's it. That kid amazes me.