Coffee in the basement

Let’s be frank here: I’m a little upset Mr. Leadingham beat me to the punch on this blogging business. How did he manage to write up a blog entry amid all his Leads-writing and Convention-plugging and Inbox-filling, and I, sitting here researching and filing and editing and bumbling around the Internet for story ideas, haven’t had a chance to write even a, “Hi, I'm Amy and I’m new here; be ready to read rambles” – especially when I love rambling so much?

I guess he’s just quicker than I am. This might explain why there’s always a 30-second delay between his “bless you” and my “thank you” when I sneeze. I guess keep that in mind when I meet you at Convention – I apparently like to contemplate my “thank you” before delivering it.

So now, at long last, after 3.5 weeks, I’m here to say: “Hi, I'm Amy and I’m new here; be ready to read rambles.”

As the new Quill managing editor (hi, that's me), I’ll do all I can to make sure Quill is a riveting read (and alliterative, apparently). And, fortunately, my “thank you” delay doesn’t apply to my editing style. I’m much more comfortable editing than sneezing.

In other news, there is coffee downstairs for the first time in the 3.5 weeks I’ve been here. Even though he’s charging $26.95 per cup, I have to offer my kudos to Andrew, our graphic designer. Way to step up, Mr. Farkas.


P.S. Anyone else think this is where Convention should be held in 2010?



Oh, and happy Friday! I'll see everyone next week, right?