In early October, I saw a video of NASA’s annual pumpkin carving contest and thought to myself, “That’s dope! I want to do that too!” Now, I’m no rocket scientist—in fact, I major in business—but I thought, “How hard could it be?”
It happened again. The novel I’d been translating recently had around 40 chapters in the queue. I’d been planning on amassing them before mass-editing them but somehow, whenever I uploaded them to the website and proofread them, they were somehow clear of mistakes that I had distinctly remembered making mental notes to adjust later.
Did it just get colder in here? I don’t remember turning on the air-conditioning.
Tapping of feet
As they run down the street
Huffing and puffing
But feeling too weak