June 2, 2010
It’s a reflective universe. One of my biggest complaints about other people is that they can be too tied to detail, too careful, too exact. I mean lighten up already. I tend to nag my amazing partner, James about being too absolute.
Now I find that I am in the position of okaying the final pdfs for printing. The hold up? Me. I am being a perfectionist. The text has to be just so perfect. Exactly to the requirements of my imagination. Why can’t everyone simply have telepathy? Why can’t every word be perfectly spaced?
I used to be Linus, but now I am Polly. I should have called her persnickety Polly, because everything has to be just so.:)
Almost done though, promise…Really… Very soon…Just a few more tweakes…