Monday, September 10, 2007

International House of Snot

Back to the old grind and already dripping in snot. Not mine, Gideon's. He woke up with a cold. He knows how to use a tissue, but sometimes it's too tempting not to rub his slimey face all over me -- I'm irresistible like that.

Last night I ordered the print proof of Laurel's The Myth of the Simple Machines. Soon I'll order print proofs for Hugh's Shy Green Fields and Jill's Harlot. Just waiting for some minor tweaks on the covers.

For the past few weeks (yes, on my vacation) I've been reading 10 manuscripts for consideration for the 2008 list. I'm close to making my decisions. It'll be a smaller list than the last two years. I'd like to publish all of them, but can't. Have to scale back, killing myself. I'm not interested in getting another co-editor or interns or anything like that. I'm keeping the press small and intimate on purpose. No plans for world domination, I'll leave that to all the cultural capitalists in the hizzy. I'm content in my mud hut, lacquered in snot.

Labels: ,


At 2:26 PM, Blogger JimK said...

Good plan. Somehow the wee
beasties get the parents extra
snotty two, for a few years.
Fresh air, time off, Tabasco and

At 4:08 PM, Blogger shanna said...

i cheer your plan to keep it small and just you! there's nothing worse than wanting to have more time to give to a book (and its author) and not being able to manage it. that's the ultimate suck of big-house publishing. your books & authors will always be lucky to have you. :)

At 9:25 AM, Blogger Talia said...

Hadley is snotty, too. The little stinker took the nasal aspirator and hid it!


Post a Comment

<< Home