Where the grass is labeled
I want SO many books. John and I ran a bunch of errands today, and one of them was a trip to Borders (33% off coupon – yay!) where I got the new Connie Willis book (love her). I walked through the science fiction section and saw at least two books on every shelf that I want to read. And own. And keep on my bookshelves forever.
This is a problem.
I don’t have enough time to read all these books. And I haven’t read at least 30% of the books I already own. Maybe only 20%. Hm. I should figure that out. Later. How do I convince someone to pay me to read what I want, when I want to (which is all day and all night)? If any of you have the answer, please share.
Wait. Wait! I’ve got it. Jess, hire me to be your editor. (You know, with all that spare cash you have lying around.) Put me on retainer and, in between editing the chapters of your book (which is going to be fantastic), I’ll read. No, I have no experience as an editor (other than editing college papers for John, Erik, and my roommates), and no, I don’t have any contacts in the publishing world, but wouldn’t that be fun?
(Jess, this is not a serious offer. Well, it is, but I wouldn’t expect you to pay me until your second book, after you’re rolling in cash from the first book. 🙂 )