Working from home today, and it’s funny how I get slightly more accomplished before 8 a.m. from home even feeling asstastic. No dig on my fine office implied as it is a fine, fine place to be sure, but funny is all, how much time can be found sans train commute, and chit-chat about last night’s game/TV show/news item. It makes me want to work weird hours to be more efficient around train rush hours and such. I’ve come to enjoy very early mornings the older I get. I should use that.
Find other things I wrote this week on Chicago Tribune’s Printers Row books blog:
- “Publisher’s Weekly’s ‘Afro Picks’ cover scandal“
- “Book translation: oh sweet irony“
- “Bad book titles (or, how not to title your book)“