Thanks to the fact that I'm creating/running the schedule, hiring/helping/cajoling all the writers, creating/organizing the templates, and keeping track of the (totally incomplete and all over the place) materials for three grades of my current project, I don't have as much time (any time, really) as I should have to actually edit finished manuscript pages. So we sent some really really wrong pages to the client and the client and I had a little talk about that today.

The pages looked fine when I glanced over them before sending them (the template I made was perfect), but the activities didn't vary enough, and this one part needed to be done differently (in a way we were apparently supposed to devise ourselves, rather than copy what was in the prototype).

So we're definitely at fault, and the top paragraph up there is a reason more than an excuse. But that actually made me even more tempted to put on a down-home Texas drawl and start sniveling, "Well, it's hard work. It's incredibly hard. Everybody knows it's hard work. And we're working hard. We've done a lot of hard work. There's a lot of good people working hard."

I hear that kind of excuse flies in some circles.