8:30 p.m. - July 21, 2004
On the surface it's easy to compartamentalize or reduce everything to an academic exercise: Margins too wide; illustrations a shade too small; the color tones complimentary; the font could be bigger. The Editor's cap is on and I divorce myself from the content. What a surprise to be my harshest critic.
And yet there is a frisson of pleasure, a mute clap on the back. I am shy to acknowledge it, but it is present.
I will dissect and note tomorrow; tonight, I'll watch TV but keep the proof copy within sight. It evokes my happy smile, the one nobody sees.