Gee Eye Gee Ooh.
AKA GIGO, AKA "Garbage in, Garbage out." Computers only do what you tell them to, not what you want them to. In this particular case, I really *wanted* a 1/8" inch bleed area on all my pages, and what I got was 1/16" of an inch. Which means my files got kicked back for looking like a lamer put 'em together. That's okay, it gave me a chance to fix a couple little things that slipped through.
Something always slips through when you're not giving it 100%. Moral: give it 100%, slacker.
So here I sit hoping that the corrections I made end up in their FTP server before they've run the proof that they FedEx down to me. I know, it's their money to FedEx stuff, but I don't need to go out of my way to make things worse for them, now do I? My sudden victory of anal-retentivity over "get it done now"-ness shouldn't cost them another overnight package, right? Not to mention the fact that screwing around with proofs eats time, which makes the whole "show the book at Wonder-Con" thing a little less likely every time. Still think I'm gonna make it, but I'm making it into a race.
Speaking of which, I nailed down an Artist's Alley table (I didn't tell them that I'm just the writer. Ssh! it'll be our little secret.) I should really practice a quick cowboy profile or wolfprint that I can doodle into books. At least that's what Lieber and Parker have said. Now that the book is coming out, I oughta take that advice. Hmm, and I've got signage to get made up. This whole laser print onto foamcore thing isn't working out. It gets dented and wrecked if you look at it funny or call it names. Can't have that. There's no room for weakness in self-publishing. Eye of the Tiger, all that jive.
Which means no moping, either. My wife, bless her heart, pointed that out to me in the afterword that I'd written. Man, was she unhappy with it. I've got an entire blog to post to and gripe about how ain't it awful this grave I'm digging for myself; I oughta spare the paying customers that.
Files are uploaded. Let's see where this gets me.
Maybe I'll be able to get a little reading in. Currently plowing through ESSENTIAL DEFENDERS v. 2. Yeah, getting to the Gerber stuff. That first story arc (which I'm not really all the way through, because those maniacs in the 70s ran stories over months, MONTHS) is chock full of wonderful crazy. Ben Grimm blows a harmonica to save the universe. Top that!