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    Bridge Ladies When I set out to learn about my mother's bridge club, the Jewish octogenarians behind the matching outfits and accessories, I never expected to fall in love with them. This is the story of the ladies, their game, their gen, and the ragged path that led me back to my mother.
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You’re a Bendel Bonnet, A Shakespeare Sonnet

It looks like publishers are opening up their offices slowly and more fully after Labor Day. It’s all a big work in progress trying to figure out post-Covid office life. Every editor I’ve spoken with is thrilled to know that he or she could work from home 2-3 days a week. What most writers don’t know is that editors don’t get to edit at their desks. It’s mostly done during the evenings, weekends and for some early risers the dawn hours. It takes sustained, quiet time, which is the opposite of the office life where meetings crowd the day, and phone calls and email and lunch dates and liaising with all the other departments. Editing is the heart of the job and it’s what most editors take the most pride in. It still is for me even though I crossed over to the dark side 15 years ago.

When do you get your work done?

7 Responses

  1. Early morning. By the end of the day I’m spent and tired and fighting sleep, a bear nearing hibernation.

  2. Early early early, before the world wakes up.

  3. I write throughout the day, whenever I know I’m going to have a window of quiet that’s longer than an hour.

    My little dog is having health issues (well, he’s had them just about all his life, bless him), so there’s this routine we have, and it’s what works best for him.

    Then, my husband is in and out throughout the day, but he’s considerate, and I take his interruptions as opportunities for a break. It’s not optimum, all this broken writing time, but I’m making it work, b/c my little guy is on borrowed time, I think, and that makes me sad.

  4. “When do you get your work done?”

    Morning, noon, and night, I do toil away in the photon mines, hewing packets formed into apparitions, dancing fancies of fanciful grace.

    There is never enough time. At one time I may have a minute, at another an hour — on rare occasions of necessity filched from others’ expectations or demands, an entire day may even be mine —

    But there is never enough time. My work is never done. Lord have mercy on my soul should I ever find my work is done, for then — what would I do? My work is my life; therefore, my non-work is my non-life; and, as could easily be deduced from the simple meanings of words, my non-life would be equivalent to my death. Simple logic applied.

    Time to get back to work.

  5. Usually…around the edges of my day and a bit in the middle.
    Lately…long runs early. House quiet and cool is when the magic happens.

  6. I am a morning editor and a morning writer.

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