Busy Is Good

I'm stealing time from football Sunday to visit. How have you been?

I've been busy. And busy is good. Our last chat saw me launching a new, few-week gig. Those weeks have flown by, and the outlook is positive for another few weeks on the job. Other clients are keeping me busy as well_project management, editing, proofreading_it's a happy challenge I'm operating.

A kind, awesome, and very cool friend recently gave me the gift of an authoritative book on developmental editing, which I aim to dig into soon. I'd be happy to hear from anyone who has experience in dev. editing to get the lay of the land in this specialty.

In the meantime, I'm looking to stay busy, striving to stay good.

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