Tag Archives: editing

A scrawled note

5 Apr

It turns out Garibaldi is as formidable an opponent when it comes to meeting deadlines as he was when met in battle. I’m feeling downright overwhelmed by this editing project—it looms over me all the time. Additionally, my time in Italy is coming quickly to an end, so all of those trips that were being put off until the nice spring weather are piling up, and people want to be social. People can be hard to say no to. Those people also include those two other jobs I still have, babysitting and tutoring.

And oh man, could this weather be more beautiful? Nope.

I know I still owe you photos from my trip with Noel, not to mention some of the delicious food we made, but now I’ve got new photos to share with you from my trip this past weekend to Cinque Terre. These will all come soon.

Since most of my readers are back home and I haven’t had much recent contact with them, I just want to use this as a way to tell them all that I’m happy and healthy and working hard and missing them and learning lots and eating well and not packing just yet but starting to worry about it.

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Silence on the blog waves

12 Mar

Apologies for the extreme dearth of posts recently. I got myself a bit of a grown-up job last week and have been spending most of my free computer hours working on that. It’s definitely what I should be doing now, but I’ve missed you.

My new project is editing a book manuscript about the military history of Garibaldi. The typical response from people when I tell them that is laughter, some confusion. The Italians I’ve told have been utterly baffled.

I’m only 25 pages in, but already I think I know more about Giuseppe Garibaldi than I do about any other figure in history. (But I still had to look up how to spell his first name.)

As I toil through the roughly translated paragraphs (only 200 pages to go!), occasionally throwing up my hands in frustration, reaching for the thesaurus or my style guides or Colin’s better understanding of what an Italian might have actually intended, the weather gets nicer, Noel’s and my family’s arrivals get closer, our time here gets shorter.

This job is making my English better at least.

I’m no more sure about where we’ll be next fall, but I am sure that I’ll be arriving in the San Diego airport the evening of May 17. I am so excited to be going home, but there is a twinge of sadness that I will be leaving before everything wraps up here, plus that load of anxiousness about getting all my stuff into just a few suitcases. There will be casualties.

And I’m OK with that. Our vibrant-blue couch throw, purchased in Yonghe’s night market at a jacked-up price, will not make the cut; I know that. The next tenants of our lovely apartment will get to use it. Pass it on. Purge the baggage.

But I know when it comes down to it, I’m going to want to keep this stuff, my stuff. My name is Valerie, and I am a packrat.