I could never be a criminal. I possess a guilty-conscious of robust proportions. To give you a clue…
Tonight is the last night of Photovoltaic training. In the slight chance you may not be aware – I’m writing an installation manual for my dad. This “little” project has been going on approximately forever. The first draft was printed and distributed to this first class. I then attended the first few weeks of the class to see what information the guys were most interested in, take notes, learn where we were lacking, etc. – I have since been working on edits. And there are a lot of them.
This is normal mind you. Most books go through several revisions. I’m on number two. As it is, my dad insists the content is better than most. Most of my edits are small, formatting issues. Still, I can’t take it. I’m wracked with guilt!
So I did what any rational, business-minded woman would do – I whipped up a fresh batch of brownies and sent them with my dad. So, your version of the manual sucks … hmmm… brownie?!