I know. A strange post title.
But I just had carpel tunnel surgery on Monday and there was "the episode of the wiggly vein" that made the day, perhaps the week, for my admitting nurse. As she expertly inserted an intravenous needle she gasped (never good) as she witnessed my legendary trick vein curving backwards so that the needle could not do its job. Poor girl had to compress the gigantic needle hole in my hand for at least 10 minutes as those needles are far from fine. So the surgeon entered and she explained what happened and why the second needle was relocated. The anthestesialogist listened to the same. I realized she had to keep them apprised of the situation, but it just became funnier and funnier to me. I know she gave a needle by needle account at lunch as well.
It dawned on me that publishing is like that willful vein. Sometimes the person writing is not as in change as one would hope.
When I began this process of sharing my inquiry lesson with the world, I had no idea of the steps ahead of me. Sure, spelling, grammar, the Oxford comma, and layout were expected. There was the wiggle of how to publish. I would never self-publish! I self-published. Wiggle. I was comfortable with desktop publishing. Not so much with the magic of prepping the document for publishing outside my own desk. Wiggle, wiggle. Promotion? What?? I am ready to start my next project. Promotion? Like, my book is becoming a corporal? Wiggle. Asking for reviews, getting standard book numbers, sending off the book to governing bodies. Yikes!
But as is often the case, you rise to the occasion and realize how much you have learned. I know there is more to come with this venture. Oh dear!
Wiggle.
But I just had carpel tunnel surgery on Monday and there was "the episode of the wiggly vein" that made the day, perhaps the week, for my admitting nurse. As she expertly inserted an intravenous needle she gasped (never good) as she witnessed my legendary trick vein curving backwards so that the needle could not do its job. Poor girl had to compress the gigantic needle hole in my hand for at least 10 minutes as those needles are far from fine. So the surgeon entered and she explained what happened and why the second needle was relocated. The anthestesialogist listened to the same. I realized she had to keep them apprised of the situation, but it just became funnier and funnier to me. I know she gave a needle by needle account at lunch as well.
It dawned on me that publishing is like that willful vein. Sometimes the person writing is not as in change as one would hope.
When I began this process of sharing my inquiry lesson with the world, I had no idea of the steps ahead of me. Sure, spelling, grammar, the Oxford comma, and layout were expected. There was the wiggle of how to publish. I would never self-publish! I self-published. Wiggle. I was comfortable with desktop publishing. Not so much with the magic of prepping the document for publishing outside my own desk. Wiggle, wiggle. Promotion? What?? I am ready to start my next project. Promotion? Like, my book is becoming a corporal? Wiggle. Asking for reviews, getting standard book numbers, sending off the book to governing bodies. Yikes!
But as is often the case, you rise to the occasion and realize how much you have learned. I know there is more to come with this venture. Oh dear!
Wiggle.
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