the trees in our couryard
plant pots in the courtyard
the perfume of spring
looking West on the roof
our little playground
DEADLINE BLUES
This Editor gig is getting ,as Alice would say, curiouser and curiouser. First you have the people who promise to complete a task and then crap out on you. Then you are expected to become an authority on policies you have never seen to check the veracity of the articles that are submitted. Yikes, its like playing hop scotch in a mine field.
Have to go out a get a new batch of ink for the printer the damned thing used up about half the cartridge unclogging the *#@!! thing. I damned near threw the muther fucking thing through my window. ha ha.
On the good side we have lots of copy, about 7000 words, and I have inserted about ten of my photographs and some wonderful design work from Peter "O'M" . I kind of hogged the Arts page but what the hell I am the Editor in Chief and rank has its privileges.
La Dolce Vita!
Ciao, JWL