That’s how long I’ve been getting up every morning, stretching, sorting out breakfast, and then sitting down to edit.  For someone who’s never held a real job (except part-time stints doing office work and at Target) that’s been weird.

I still don’t do it 40 hours a week because my attention span and posture don’t hold out that long, but I manage 25-30.   I’ve ordered a ridiculously fancy zaisu so I’m not sitting on pillows against a bookcase anymore.  My elbow and wrist would thank me in advance, except they’re too busy screaming at me for my bad posture.  (Things you learn when you actually work!  My wrist is a whiny baby.)Read More »