There are a lot of SNAFUs when you're writing a book.
(SNAFU is military jargon. The clean version is, 'Situation Normal All Fouled Up.' I'll let you fill in the blanks on what the censored version is.)
I sent in the images to my editor. She sent back a list of images that had problems.
I panicked, got frustrated, and frantically emailed a friend for help. Said friend told me to calm down, that we'd figure it out.
Photos were finished today, sent to editor, and whew, thank goodness, they are okay.
Then comes another SNAFU.
Did a certain POW branch camp (one that was under the jurisdiction of the main POW camp) exist in this town or not?
One record says yes, another says no. The town is so miniscule that finding someone knowledgeable about said camp is like finding a cat who doesn't like its head scratched.
And then there's the indexing, which I haven't even started yet. Here's hoping there won't be any SNAFUs with this one, but I wouldn't be surprised if a few crop up.
Writing a book is like living your life, though. SNAFUs come up all the time. It's how you deal with them, how you react, how you move forward and work through them that matters, not the SNAFUs themselves.
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