My god, I am tired.
We have been working to put Earth Island Journal out this week. We ship to the printer on Wednesday. I’ve been finishing up my border article (far too late for comfort) and need to write my editorial and a review and edit 40,000 words of other people’s writing and supervise interns and be at least moderately helpful to Ron as she copyedits and well, my brain feels like it has been scrubbed raw and set out to dry.
Things may be quiet around here for a bit. I want to write here, and I’ve actually started about three posts, but I run out of steam at the third sentence. It’s eight inch bucket into a two-inch-deep pool time.
I can say that I had a great dinner with regular CRN visitor Ann Bartow last night in Oakland. She’s hilarious. Bright point of my week. Great to meet you in the flesh, Ann.
Wimp. I used to help put out six editions a day.