Snowflakes in France

Reflections of a 20-something woman in publishing

Month: March, 2011

Wedding Zen

OK People. I’ve made it. I’ve hit Wedding Zen.

My mom called me today, as she does every day, with a new bag of questions. The Tittles lady hasn’t responded to my email; what if she’s unreliable? Who is your cousin going to golf with? Do you think six people at a table is OK?

The difference was, today I said who cares. The men can figure out who’s golfing with whom. They’re big boys. Even my cousin. 6 people? They’re all friends, they’ll be fine. And Tittles, well frankly if she doesn’t show up and we have no cake balls, I don’t care because I will be married. Yay!

Then she said, Well you seem a lot less stressed than I am. I told her she needs to get that way. And soon.

Because we’ve made all of our big decisions. We’ve dotted the Is and crossed the Ts and now I’ve just got to walk down that aisle toward Jon and celebrate afterward. If something goes wrong, and something surely will, it’s OK.

I’ve heard many a smart bride say just that. But now I am living it. And it’s kind of awesome.


My Kindle Has Been Deprived of a Legend

I need to catch up on my Deathly Hallows. I read the book back when it came out, and while I’m waiting for the movie to come out on DVD it seems that a refresher of the story is in order. Especially since I’m about to take a cross-continental flight.

But lo and behold, it’s not in the Kindle store. The top-selling book on Amazon is not available as an e-book. They say Ms. Rowling doesn’t want her book remade into something as fleeting as an e-book. That the experience of enjoying a book has something to do with the smell of the pages, the weight of the spine. I can’t find any actual statement from her on this matter, but I can only assume it to be true considering that both of her publishers, Bloomsbury and Scholastic, have other books available as e-books. This includes the recently popular Hunger Games series, which has a very similar audience.

Although I don’t agree with her, I can see her point. But how is this so much different than the digital audio files that she released to iTunes in 2005? Her reason at that time was to prevent false audio files from surviving in the marketplace. Surely the same reason must apply to e-books as well. Some world traveler somewhere has scanned his copy of the printed book into a PDF and sent it to himself on Kindle.

The mind is a stubborn thing however. And as I painfully rewrite signature blocks by hand on 30-plus contracts, I can see that for someone who wrote 7 long books by hand in the age of computers, it will take more than logic and popularity to come to terms with the e-book.


“Communicating Thoughts to the Mind, Through the Eye”

Jon and I have come up with a plan to encourage each others’ creative juices. When he practices his guitar, I will blog and vice versa.

In theory, this is brilliant. We’re partners, using our alone time to encourage productivity in the other. Never again will I groan when he wants to go upstairs and strum away because it means he is giving me a chance, challenging me, actually, to do my own thing, vent my frustrations and figure out my ponderings.

Creativity doesn’t always flow just because someone else is in the mood to be creative. But here I am, typing away in what must be forced creativity because he was the one who started playing. And now he’s finished and I find I want to keep going.

It’s true, I put it off for a while. I played with the dog, double-checked the wedding RSVPs, and then I poured myself a glass of wine and started writing. As it turns out, the starting was my biggest roadblock.

I was doing well this year, in part taking on the WordPress challenge, although I set my goal in between the daily and the weekly, more like 2-3 times a week. And then suddenly, I got overwhelmed with life, which is probably when I should have started blogging daily. Instead, I stopped. Blocked out the creative juices and decided I had too much on my plate to try to write about it.

Earlier tonight I was tense and restless, knowing that the rest of my week is jammed packed with doctors appointments, a bridal shower/dinner, my attempt at keeping up my workout schedule, a final FINAL dress fitting — the one where I get to keep the dress at the end — oh and I should probably go into the city and get my dressmaker/friend-I’ve-known-forever that gift I’ve been meaning to buy. I typed up the wedding weekend schedule today, and I’m slightly urked that I have to get up at 8:30 AM the day of the wedding; but what if we really need the full 2-1/2 hours to get ready after breakfast? What if my hair is in curled Medusa state and we need more time?

To write, however, is to take all these things and put them away on the screen. There, they’ve been taken care of. The wine has begun to relax my shoulder muscles and I’m beginning to think of which books I should read on the honeymoon, when I’m in a little valley in the Alps with nothing to do…

Programming errors

Why is it so difficult to create a 5-page program? My wedding program must be 4 pages or 7 pages or 8 pages, even 3, but 5 pages looks ridiculous with all this extra white pagage (yes, I just created the word pagage. This comes from working with lexicographers).

This is how I spend my lunch breaks. 23 days and counting until the blessed event, when my planning and programming errors are over.