I think I'm going to be sick!
Andromeda's Tear has been revised, polished, and...shipped. Gah!
That's right, folks. It's official. I have sent the full ms to Esi Sogah's attention at HarperCollins-Avon.
Now, here's the thing. I took the file to Kinkos/FedEx to have it printed. All 360 pages, 361 if you count the title page. While there, I decided to step on over to the FedEx part of Kinkos/FedEx and do a little one stop shopping.
Where to start...First of all, I got Mr. Grumpy as my shipping associate. He points behind me and says. "You need to fill out the purple form."
"Ok," I say with a smile, and turn to look for said purple form. Hmmm. I see green...and white. Is that a purple form tucked way back--uh, nope. "Excuse me, there aren't any purple forms here."
Grumpy looks at the display. Obviously, he thinks I'm color blind. After a slight pause, he goes and digs for a package of purple forms. He pulls one out and gets this look--the one that makes me sure he's going to ask me to take one and put the rest in the little slot--but he seems to think better of it because he just hands me one sheet and walks away.
As I fill out said-purple-form, Grumpy takes my ms--the 360 pages I've toiled and fretted over for the past year--and plops it on the scale. This, I watch--while completing said-purple-form--and cringe. Hey! Grumpy! Take care of that, would ya!? Sheesh!
Ok, said-purple-form is complete. I hand it to Grumpy who, I now notice, has placed my ms into this HUGE plastic bag. Not the bubble envelope I requested, but a way-too-big plastic bag. I want to tell him not to bother, but I'm not sure if he will get even grumpier (I never got into what he did when I told him not to box the thing. Let's just say I thought I might have grown a second head.)
Anyway, I don't say anything about the "garbage bag" he has just put my ms in. I figure at least it'll be safe if a monsoon should suddenly rise out of nowhere up here in the northeast. Pesky monsoons. ;-)
Once the package is ready, I take a black sharpie and write the coveted "Requested Material" in big letters across the front. Grumpy takes the package and tosses it into the "out" bin. Cringe. I immediately want to retrieve my creation. Instead, I shudder in silence and leave Kinkos/FedEx.
My fate is in the hands of Grumpy. Sigh. At least I have a tracking number. *bg*
Sandy :-)
That's right, folks. It's official. I have sent the full ms to Esi Sogah's attention at HarperCollins-Avon.
Now, here's the thing. I took the file to Kinkos/FedEx to have it printed. All 360 pages, 361 if you count the title page. While there, I decided to step on over to the FedEx part of Kinkos/FedEx and do a little one stop shopping.
Where to start...First of all, I got Mr. Grumpy as my shipping associate. He points behind me and says. "You need to fill out the purple form."
"Ok," I say with a smile, and turn to look for said purple form. Hmmm. I see green...and white. Is that a purple form tucked way back--uh, nope. "Excuse me, there aren't any purple forms here."
Grumpy looks at the display. Obviously, he thinks I'm color blind. After a slight pause, he goes and digs for a package of purple forms. He pulls one out and gets this look--the one that makes me sure he's going to ask me to take one and put the rest in the little slot--but he seems to think better of it because he just hands me one sheet and walks away.
As I fill out said-purple-form, Grumpy takes my ms--the 360 pages I've toiled and fretted over for the past year--and plops it on the scale. This, I watch--while completing said-purple-form--and cringe. Hey! Grumpy! Take care of that, would ya!? Sheesh!
Ok, said-purple-form is complete. I hand it to Grumpy who, I now notice, has placed my ms into this HUGE plastic bag. Not the bubble envelope I requested, but a way-too-big plastic bag. I want to tell him not to bother, but I'm not sure if he will get even grumpier (I never got into what he did when I told him not to box the thing. Let's just say I thought I might have grown a second head.)
Anyway, I don't say anything about the "garbage bag" he has just put my ms in. I figure at least it'll be safe if a monsoon should suddenly rise out of nowhere up here in the northeast. Pesky monsoons. ;-)
Once the package is ready, I take a black sharpie and write the coveted "Requested Material" in big letters across the front. Grumpy takes the package and tosses it into the "out" bin. Cringe. I immediately want to retrieve my creation. Instead, I shudder in silence and leave Kinkos/FedEx.
My fate is in the hands of Grumpy. Sigh. At least I have a tracking number. *bg*
Sandy :-)
posted by Sandra Barkevich at 8/23/2006 03:14:00 PM
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