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I've only now realized I'm stuck here in Nebraska of all places, for another month or so. Where it is humid even when not hot. So sometimes, as now, it's warm and still wet and full of Nebraskans. Cornhuskers. Towns of them armed with fireworks and fruit-beers. Fruit beers!
The weird thing is, being in the States, I should get tomorrow of all days off, but have been convinced to work an actual clocked day, trying to fix someone else's childrens/young adult novel and convince the production people I actually have any idea what the eight to twelve yr old girls' market is interested in reading (or not reading), when none of us on the phone conference tomorrow, excepting one, have ever actually been a little girl. Apparently my suggesting one of the many white men of the book be restructured into Grace Jones playing Robin Hood is not what girls want to read. Nor, is letting the child protagonist of the book grow older (as the men do) or be competent on her own. They want more tie-in jewelry than the book already has. And a femme fatale who's age has recently been regressed from 14/15 (where it was when this was a Disney thing, ages ago) to around eight. Because that's not creepy at all, no.
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