Never again...

Still having issues thanks to that sushi, which Imodium is just beginning to fight, and now I'm dog-tired. Can barely keep awake. Probably should have taken a nap. Never will I ever eat that crap, again. Which is sad because I have a tube of Wasabi in the fridge that will probably go to waste.

Instead of the nap, I input the corrections for the last bit of A Place of Safety-Derry and it was way beyond simply being embarrassing. Another thing I'm never doing is sending anything out to be proofed till after I've done a big-font proofing, myself. As you can see, that's where I shift the type from 12 point to 24 point, blowing the words up on the page and making errors more obvious.

I've done it a few times on other works, like Blood Angel 1 & 2. I caught a lot of issues that way, so I think that helps, but we'll see. This editor is willing to do APoS-Houston. I'll find out if it really does do anything about my typos and missing words.

Something else that took up part of the day was a potential job up in the hills just below Mulholland, in LA. Not a huge job, really, but still waiting on more info. However, even working out the initial logistics is already a nightmare. For example, there are next to no hotels in the immediate area. Closest one is in Studio City, and would mean dealing with morning traffic off the 101 crossing to the Basin via Benedict Canyon or Coldwater Canyon. NOT what I would want to do at 8am.

I made that mistake one time, while living in LA. My mother got an extra job in a soft-core porn film shooting in NoHo and had to be there at 6am. We made it, no problem. I didn't grumble any, at her, but she knew I hate getting up before noon. Still, I thought at least I could return home and catch a nap before going to work.

Silly boy. By the time I got back to the 101 it was slow-going. I stupidly decided to cut across at Laurel Canyon since that was more direct and would get me out of the slow-going. HA! Got caught in near gridlock. Seriously. It took me over 2 hours to go from Ventura to Mulholland. In my Honda. With a stick. Uphill. I barely made it to work on time. And came very close to deciding to trade my car in for an automatic.

Don't wanna do that, again.