Today was deadline on the first two mags. Hell? Looks like a place with a toasty fire by comparison. Mag is designed. All articles are in. I'm dealing with repro house and about a gazillion other people on the phone while the sub phones in the changes to the designer.
And then the bosses start demanding changes...
To be fair, not that many - a few headline tweaks and a couple of article amends but managed to argue my way out of a full spread redesign (this must be so boring to read after all the 'watching people fuck' posts - sorry)
Am also commissioning people for the next issues that are going to press in a week or so. So, am working 3 issues ahead (or so) and juggling thoughts (pics in for issue 4, subbing for issues 1-4, writers for issues 5-12, shoot for issues 5-12) Can now understand women's mags 3 month deadlines much better.
I've realised how much I miss being an editor. It's tiring, it's stressful but my god, is it fun (I withold the right to take this back when 'big' big boss has to approve the copy and may make more amends tomorrow...)
And again, I've realised how ace the designer is. So let me know if you need one.
Also got glowing phonecall from people I wrote the script for saying it was the best one ever (they've shot it now - am guessing excessive champange consumption may have lent the enthusiasm)
Am feeling happy. And tired.
Posted by emilyd at December 09, 2002 11:57 PM