This article was suggested to me by my brand new editor for The human behind the artist project. I say brand new although we went back and forward about it for a while now and this is where the funny part comes in.
As any editor, in order to do the work you have to have the material. As any writer I should provide him with stuff to read and edit. Two weeks ago I was sure that I have done that and I had no doubt in my mind about it. Then I started thinking we haven’t heard each other in a while and maybe we should reconnect, ask him about the interviews and tell him what’s new in the project (including about a small delay because new, interesting artists want to be in it). So, what do you know, after a nice conversation I find out that I haven’t sent him anything at all, so maybe I should do that sooner than later. Said and done. Well actually just said, because for a week now, every morning at 10,30 am there is a reminder that pops up on my phone instructing me to send him everything, and everyday I hit the postpone button because…well, it’s pointless to find excuses.
So today, he suggested that I should write about this here and maybe this way I will finally get the USB stick, copy the folder and attach it to his email. And although I seem not to listen much or do the things I am supposed to, I am making this first step towards a possible reconciliation. Here it is, a post about me ignoring my reminder and a metaphorical slap for my lack of professionalism. Good going Ela!