What's the best thing about having an office job? Access to a printer and copy machine. I say, if I have to be at work at 7 a.m., then I'm allowed to print a copy of my 112 page manuscript if I want to. I don't get paid overtime, after all. I just sent the first five chapters of my book out for the writing workshop I will be participating in at the SciFi Convention in May. I'm actually getting sick of having those beginning chapters critiqued. They are what they are. Someone needs to read the whole thing. I suppose I need to write it first.
This past weekend, Joe and I went to New Jersey to visit his mom and to go to his friend Jess's baby's baptism. Her baby Conner, is the CUTEST. CHILD. EVER. He's so happy all the time! Except, of course, the one time Joe held him. Then he cried. Hehe. He slept through the whole ceremony, while the other 4 babies being baptized screamed. When the water was dumped on his head he woke up, made a cranky face and fell asleep again.
We spent the rest of the weekend digging through Joe's old boxes in the attic. His mom is moving to Delaware this summer, so most of his stuff has to go. He has a fabulous collection of Star Wars figurines, Wolverine comic books, a box of cassette tapes, and 6 boxes of books. One of the tapes, though, was a recording of Joe at six years old talking to his dad, and it was the sweetest thing I've ever heard. At one point his dad mentions the holocaust and Joe goes, "Who is Hitler anyways?"
"You'll learn about him in school," his dad answers.
"What if I can't find the right book?" A precocious child he was.
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