Cars and Copy Editing

The past few days I have been doing two things: copy editing

and car shopping.

Currently, I have been working some post-production corrections

for an interesting novel, Betwixt.

This isn't a book I would necessarily gravitate toward in one of

my waste-my-life-away-in-a-bookstore days. However, it has

adequately managed to keep my attention. Poor Ms. Watson. I'm a

bit too harsh, I suppose. Although her writing technique is flawless,

or quite nearly so, she struggles with keeping her readers'

(or at least, this reader's) curiosity. And what's a book, after all,

without intriguing characters and engaging action? Who really

cares if your sentence structure is exquisite and your adjectives are

perfectly descriptive, if you aren't really saying anything?

I'm nearly done with it.

It's strangely exciting to me.

I'm probably making myself sound entirely more important than

I should. [Need I remind you, I am at the bottom of the publishing

food chain.] In spite of this, I eagerly look forward to sitting in my

quaint "office" space with its teal colored walls every morning. I get

to hear the lovely Kacie Kinney's voice on the phone throughout the

day as she is housed in the same area. Tate just continues to be a

wonderful place to work. And in a few days, it will be even better! Hooray

for Tiffany Anne.

Between commutes from Norman to Mustang, editing and nannying,

I have been onthe phone with my dad more frequently than usual. We

usually talk once a week, or so. However, today is a special day. Seven calls,

to be exact.

He'll excitedly tell me to look up a type of car. Ford Fusion. Nissan Sentra.

Matrix. PT Cruiser. They're all starting to blur together, really. Not that

I has any real working knowledge of cars to begin with.

Certain models have different gadgets, better gas mileage, a pretty

exterior (which, let's face it, is all I really care about).

All the cars are already "good" candidates, quality vehicles. They will

all get you from Point A to Point B, easily. However, the art in car purchasing

is finding the ones that truly shine, the cars that make you want to roll the

windows down and scream sing to "Party in the USA" while cruising

down the highway. :)

Who knows? With a little luck, you may see me down I-35 next week doing

just that.