That's the thing. Who would she go to? Smokey? My mom? My sister? Or worse, my in-laws?
It really scares me.
I feel one extra pressure...stay healthy so she is protected.
My friend walked daily.
Sometimes I feel like life is like my newspaper...I work my a$$ off and it's the one thing I miss that bites me when I think I'm home-free.
Had a one-on-one meeting with the perfectionist editor. This week was better. He wasn't full of compliments and seems to miss the hard work I invest. He actually said, "This week, I saw an effort."
Ok.
Some of the red marks were ridiculous and nit-picky...a few, however, made me cringe.
I see what happens though.
I have the front page in place and looking nice...It gets proofed and I have to shift things around. If the front page is last to go through...and it usually is, because it's the page I want crystal clear...if changes need to be made at the last minute, I'm exhausted and I screw something up when I'm trying to accommodate editorial changes initiated by the other editor. This week. Page One needs to be the only thing left for Tuesday.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
