I fully embrace melodrama. Hold my head and sigh when affiliations need to be renumbered? Yep. Shout “what the fuck??” when my author makes the tiny error of hyphenating “my new-found cure for cancer”? Guilty. Claim that I will commit hari-kari on my mechanical pencil if my author can’t make his citations match his references? It has happened.
But real-life drama? No thanks. I prefer my drama to be vicarious. One of my friends has embarked on a relationship with a closeted person. Another friend is going through a dramatic multistage breakup. I love the stories, but keep that shit away from me.
One of the things I love about the freelance lifestyle is that it is mostly drama free. I got up, made a cup of coffee, and sat down at my table to work. I got up, made a cup of coffee, and sat down at my table to work. I invented a bad poetry contest on my blog because I was bored one day. I drank my coffee and went back to work.
But I find myself in an sticky editorial ethic situation. I’m walking the edge of academic honesty, but I know damn well where I want my feet to land. Communications may become fraught. I’m waiting for a response and am considering consulting a third party. It’s making me fret and twitch.
It best be resolved soon, because I have some melodrama to work on. I’ve got to decide whether “Ca^2+ dependent” has a hyphen or an en dash. *Puts hand to brow and feels faint.*
What’s your drama?