Stacy Horn

I’m at the last stage of the book publishing process where you can still make changes, but only small changes. The publisher gives you a copy of all the final, laid out pages, and you can substitute words, fix the grammar and typos, reword sentences, but you can’t add anything substantial at this point. It would change the whole layout.

The problem is, I just learned about a new paper about dopamine, and it has a direct bearing on an important section. I did my best to sum it up in the fewest amount of words. I guess I’ll see how the publisher reacts!

I love seeing the final pages though. Your words, the very same words, look so much better and seem so much more … substantial, and meaningful, all nicely laid out.

Two views walking up 6th Avenue last night, on my way to my monthly MBSR meditation meeting. They make it seem like in a few steps I went from dusk to evening, but it was only a different setting on my camera. I use a Canon G9, and the first shot was taken with their “night snapshot” setting, and the second was the “automatic” setting.

I’m often tempted to post some of the Craiglist ads for writers. What the hell, maybe I should. Maybe I’ll make it an ongoing thing. Starting with this one.

I am looking for a female who can screen, write, respond to and set up telephone calls with potential dates from online dating websites. I am a busy Wall Street professional and don’t have time to do this myself.

The right person will be a good writer and have a passion for social media.

This job will be done off-premises using your own computer.

Part of me thinks, well, it is tedious going through all the ads. I’ll give him that. That said, I don’t see how you can shortcut it. How can someone else decide who is going to be appealing to you? The second part I don’t get at all. Someone else is going to write and respond to them for you?? Sorry, but oh god oh god would I not want to be one of the people being set up with you.

Bleeck, on his way to do something evil. Me, I’m still goofing off.

I have all this stuff I have to do, and yet, what have I done so far today? It started out okay. I left the apartment at 8:30am to go swimming. Very energetic and healthy of me! Then, I came back and got stuck in Twitter. Which led to:

Car accidents in Russia. I don’t understand where all these came from. Does everyone in Russia film themselves driving or something?

An interactive map of Mount St. Helens victims. I read them all. Really sad, although some of them were pretty stupid. I also felt bad for the dogs.

This Kickstarter campaign, which can’t be real, right?

Anyway, this is the smallest, smallest taste of how I have wasted the day so far.

Construction workers in front of the slowly disappearing St. Vincent’s hospital. Destruction must be the kinda fun part of construction work, I think.

I now have an Emergency Cupboard in addition to my Go Bag. This is for hunkering down. I wanted all my power outage supplies in one place so I don’t have to go searching around for them when the lights go out. As you can see, I’ve got my battery operated lantern, battery operated radio, (that’s the black thing on the right) a manual coffee press, candles, plastic and staples in case a window is blown out … hmmm. That’s it, it seems. I’ve got a flashlight closer by on a shelf, and one in my purse, and a drawer full of batteries.

Seems like I should need more stuff. What am I forgetting? Food yeah, but what else?

So sad. Thank God, for now there will always be another concert. We’re doing Bach’s Mass in B Minor in the spring. This may be my favorite piece of all time to sing. Here was the line for our Saturday matinee concert. This was an hour before the concert! We have fans!

I also made a really short movie of the concert. Just a few behind-the-scenes snippets.