Actually, the Ancient Mariner did the creative work this year with me barking suggestions over his shoulder. "Don't forget to save!" "Try a text box!" "Make the font smaller!" "Add a background color!" "Get rid of the background color!"
Right now he's standing in front of the printer, coaxing sixty Japanese postcards through the feeder one-by-one. We learned the hard way that the printer can't handle more than two in a row without jamming.
Yes, the man's a peach. Do I feel guilty? Not on your life.
Two weeks ago, you see, just before he left for San Diego via Hawaii, I offered to line edit the novel he penned during his spring and summer deployments. Based on what I gleaned from the first twelve chapters, his novel is what Gregor Mendel might produce if he crossed a Harlequin romance with a Tom Clancy book. Neither is a genre I find appealing, but I have to credit the Ancient Mariner with an imagination that rivals Walter Mitty's. Who knew?
Last night when I handed in my first 72 line-edited pages, he passed me 200 more pages to peruse. So do I feel guilty about asking him to produce those cards for me? Not on your life.
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