Well, what ended up happening instead was I went over to the New Genre offices and we went through one of the stories. It was just going to be a couple of hours, and we were going to do two stories. I ended up being there from 3 to 10:30 (with some initial down time and a break for dinner). We sat there with 5 marked-up copies of the manuscript and went through, correction by correction, and discussed among the three of us what changes to make and not make. There were frequent forays into the Chicago Manual of Style and our dictionaries, and plenty of lively debate and discussion. It was great. The one story comprises almost half of the page count for the whole issue, so we should only have to get together another 2 times, or possibly one longer time. They said they liked having me there, and that I was making valuable contributions. And even though it's their magazine and I'm just an unpaid intern, they made me feel like a part of the editorial team, like my knowledge and opinions mattered, and that was really cool. Plus I just plain liked the work. I wish I could get paid to do that. It would be so cool if New Genre were to become a financial success and could actually afford to pay people like me. Even if it didn't pay much, I could easily see doing that and some random freelance stuff to pick up the rest of the bills.
A quiet night at home tonight, which will probably mean that I'll have a little bit of time to work on database stuff, and then maybe I'll work on it Saturday evening, too, since I currently have no plans for then.
Saturday at noon hrafn and I are going to look at 3 or 4 houses in Everett with our realtor. Then I'm going to a gaming thing for an as-yet -to-be-determined length of time. Then no plans until Sunday morning hanging out with a sweetums who would probably rather not be named here, and then going to an open house in Malden, then the Adam Brodsky house concert in Somerville, then another game party, and then hopefully in bed early for a nice night's sleep.
And now it's time for soup.