September 8th, 2009

Cigarettes and typewriters - the way publishing used to be

"It was our office archaeology that I remember the most. There was a primitive chaos to it all — the hybrid scent of tobacco and mimeograph ink, and the sounds of ringing phones, of typewriters zipping along until the warning bell pinged near the end of a line, and of the clack-clack-clack of the return handle as the carriage reset," says editor turned agent Joni Evans. In this essay, she remembers what it was like 30 years ago in publishing, including how she got her start as a "manuscript girl."



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Time to get serious

I have a book due Sept. 30. It's not done yet.

Teen started a new school today. The house is awfully quiet. No one sitting on the couch next to me, watching Cash Cab.

I started a new exercise class. Weight lifting. Things like three sets of walking lunges while shoulder pressing 5-pound dumbbells over head. For me, it's right on the border of something I wouldn't come back to. Flashbacks to high school PE, where I was the clumsiest person ever. Still.

Time to get serious.



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