Feeling foolish, but grateful

Hello and thank you to searose. She did a lovely beta for me, improving the story muchly. It's the first time I've had work beta'd, and professional editor or not, it's always a scary feeling to send your work to be looked at. My work work is journalistic. It's tight and to the point, and rarely verve-filled, and I tend to run amok in fiction.

A good editor is almost more valuable than a good writer. Writer's are flamboyant and enthusiastic, spreading their words and sounds and visions across the page, and editors reign them in, rope them down, and cut, cut, cut and change until the final product is so much more worthy than the original. Editors know how to put the caesura in, to eliminate the flab, to curve and shape, and caress in a way that the writer simply can't.

So, started off the morning with revisions and then discovered that none of my links worked because I didn't inlcude http://. Bangs head against desk repeatedly. They are now fixed. HTML is a little precise for me. If I forget a /, I'm screwed. I need coding that has a margin of error! Guess that doesn't really track with the whole tech thing though. The next thing I have to figure out is how to install comments for a blog. That may be the death of my techy leanings. I just don't get it.

Randomosity

Just a few asides because god forbid I only post once a day.

Dear Spring in Los Angeles,

I love you too. I love your sunshine and spring breeze and blue skies. I love your new clothes and strappy sandals and glittery makeup. I do not love your tan pushing because I am a redhead. We don't tan. We fry like fish on a Friday night in a blue collar town. That also means that fakinbakin is not for us. I don't care that I'm sharkbelly white and freckly. It's my skin and it's cancer free. And I like my giant straw hat, so there.
I do not love your star jasmine, with its delicate petals and haunting scent that make my eyes run, my head ache and my nose cry. I could also live without the schizophrenic dance between sun and clouds. My sinuses are confused enough already as I waver between the I'm a smoker, not a smoker camps. But, on a Friday afternoon when I've left work early, you are a fantastic place to be.

Love,
Thea

I am waiting on another beta for my story. But I'm itchy to post it and I like it the way it is. Am I a terrible person to post without waiting for this second kind individual who is doing voluntary work for me?


Third, for those new to Farscape watching it on SciFi. Tonight's episode, I believe, is A Bug's Life. It's edgy and claustrophobic and a fun ep. However, it is also notable for the lusciousness of our hero in some new clothes. Gods of leather pants, we thank ye. In fact, if anyone has or knows how I could aquire a Crichton in PK Captain's uniform icon, I'd be very appreciative if you know what I mean!