August 5, 2022
I have spent a lifetime living under the yoke of a deadline. As onerous as it can sometimes be, the Old Vaqueros are fond of saying: "If it wasn't for the last minute, nothing would get done." And, here we are, at the last minute on the Women's book project. Not to bore you with publishing horror stories but, if you haven't heard, there is currently a shortage of paper. Many newspapers have gone out of business (2,600 by one account with more on the way) and this is impacting printers who are turning away from print publications as a source of revenue and many are pivoting towards making boxes for Amazon.
Oh, boy, what could go wrong there?
Consequently, when we contacted our printer a month ago to book printing time for the women's book, we got the unsettling news that we could not even get in line until we handed over the finished files and even then they can't insure a finished date of November 4!
In the old days (two years ago) all you needed was a verbal agreement and a 30-day-turn-around, from files to a finished book delivered to your door.
So, our original deadline of finishing the book got moved up from September 15 to August 15. That is some crazy pressure. So, what's a poor boy to do, 'cept to play for a rock 'n' roll band?
Sage Advice From
The Queen of Country Swing
Thanks Sue! And, it helps to know we are all from a long line of stubborn stock.
Full Speed Ahead
Here's the latest ad that Rebecca Edwards cooked up this morning. Got a typo, but we'll fix that.
"Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost."