Sunday, July 31, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Regine V Cooks!
It was one of those gloomy, rainy Saturday mornings when all I wanted to do was lock myself in my room and crawl into bed. Fortunately, this Saturday was special as I was invited to witness Asia's songbird do some culinary wonders in the kitchen. Yes, Regine Velasquez cooks!
We are at the Quezon City home she shares with her husband Ogie Alcasid, and Regine is just blooming. It was a shame really that she was too conscious to have her pictures taken because she was just lovely, and so bubbly as well.
Regine didn't take any lessons, but she is what I call one of those intuitive cooks. She can look at a bunch of ingredients and know how to make them sing. Here's an excerpt from the YES! feature, out now in newsstands!
Before she found her beloved mate, you would rarely find Regine Velasquez in the kitchen. Now it's one of her favorite places.
Wearing a denim apron, her cheeks all flushed, she's the picture of a blissfully happy homemaker as she tells us how to make a good risotto, an Italian dish of rice cooked with other ingredients: "You have to cook the rice in olive oil for a minute, or a minute and a half, to coat the rice para i-heat siya para the starch will come out, and it will be creamy."
Regine's kitchen is immaculately white. I love it that she's one of those cooks who cleans as she goes. After every prep work, she wipes down her work station with a paper towel, and washes her hands. What a pro!
She prepared lamb for us, cooked in her puttanesca sauce. There's a lot of preparation involved. She made the sauce the night before, prepped the lamb, baked the lamb, took it out and poured puttanesca all over it along with some baby potatoes and carrots, then let it roast to perfection.
And here it is!! It was super delicious and had none of that malansa flavor usually associated with lamb. Plus, of course, Regine Velasquez cooked it!! Wow!!
Regine doesn't want her photo taken, so I improvised. Here's a lovely portrait of her at their foyer, parang magkatabi na rin kami Mwahahaha
We are at the Quezon City home she shares with her husband Ogie Alcasid, and Regine is just blooming. It was a shame really that she was too conscious to have her pictures taken because she was just lovely, and so bubbly as well.
Regine didn't take any lessons, but she is what I call one of those intuitive cooks. She can look at a bunch of ingredients and know how to make them sing. Here's an excerpt from the YES! feature, out now in newsstands!
Before she found her beloved mate, you would rarely find Regine Velasquez in the kitchen. Now it's one of her favorite places.
Wearing a denim apron, her cheeks all flushed, she's the picture of a blissfully happy homemaker as she tells us how to make a good risotto, an Italian dish of rice cooked with other ingredients: "You have to cook the rice in olive oil for a minute, or a minute and a half, to coat the rice para i-heat siya para the starch will come out, and it will be creamy."
Regine's kitchen is immaculately white. I love it that she's one of those cooks who cleans as she goes. After every prep work, she wipes down her work station with a paper towel, and washes her hands. What a pro!
She prepared lamb for us, cooked in her puttanesca sauce. There's a lot of preparation involved. She made the sauce the night before, prepped the lamb, baked the lamb, took it out and poured puttanesca all over it along with some baby potatoes and carrots, then let it roast to perfection.
And here it is!! It was super delicious and had none of that malansa flavor usually associated with lamb. Plus, of course, Regine Velasquez cooked it!! Wow!!
Regine doesn't want her photo taken, so I improvised. Here's a lovely portrait of her at their foyer, parang magkatabi na rin kami Mwahahaha
Hate the Rain
My college roommate M spent a couple of months to study in Scotland, where it always rained. I could never survive in such a gloomy environment. I love the sun. I like it hot. The rain just gets me down.
And so the past few days of non-stop rain have not exactly been great for me. As much as I've tried to cheer myself up, I sometimes just get all sad and gloomy. Fortunately, there's work. Yes, work! I've always turned to work to get me out of the blues. Lost in words or immersed in a project, I can forget just about anything, even the gloomy weather.
But of course, I can't be working all the time, so J's last-minute invite for dinner and drinks at B Hotel was definitely a godsend (Thanks J!). I asked G and E, high school sweethearts who've been married for many, many years, to come with me. The last time G and I went drinking together, she brought a bottle of sweet wine to my house, and we ended up laughing all night.
There was much laughter last night as well. G and I went to high school together. One of the many crazy games that we did back then was this FLAMES thing on our crushes mwahahaha We did that for the two of them hehe
It turns out that they're just FRIENDS Mwahahaha Now we know that stupid game ain't true!
Surprise, surprise! I got an overnight stay at the Bellevue, which jived perfectly with my other rainy day cure: Sleep in! Here's my lovely room. The bath is even better!
Of course, I didn't get up for breakfast. When lunch time came around, I was ravenous. I scooted off to Cibo and ordered a salad. Funny, I've never been a fan of salads but somehow, I've developed a liking for them these past couple of months. Is it because I'm getting old? Nyak! This salad was so good: tuna, greens, tomatoes, and cucumbers with a wine vinaigrette. I could still remember my first bite of that tomato, yum!
I couldn't leave Cibo without having my favorite Farfalle Genovese. Hay! I'm so predictable Mwahahaha It was a nice way to end the week. I hope the sun comes up soon!
And so the past few days of non-stop rain have not exactly been great for me. As much as I've tried to cheer myself up, I sometimes just get all sad and gloomy. Fortunately, there's work. Yes, work! I've always turned to work to get me out of the blues. Lost in words or immersed in a project, I can forget just about anything, even the gloomy weather.
But of course, I can't be working all the time, so J's last-minute invite for dinner and drinks at B Hotel was definitely a godsend (Thanks J!). I asked G and E, high school sweethearts who've been married for many, many years, to come with me. The last time G and I went drinking together, she brought a bottle of sweet wine to my house, and we ended up laughing all night.
There was much laughter last night as well. G and I went to high school together. One of the many crazy games that we did back then was this FLAMES thing on our crushes mwahahaha We did that for the two of them hehe
It turns out that they're just FRIENDS Mwahahaha Now we know that stupid game ain't true!
Surprise, surprise! I got an overnight stay at the Bellevue, which jived perfectly with my other rainy day cure: Sleep in! Here's my lovely room. The bath is even better!
Of course, I didn't get up for breakfast. When lunch time came around, I was ravenous. I scooted off to Cibo and ordered a salad. Funny, I've never been a fan of salads but somehow, I've developed a liking for them these past couple of months. Is it because I'm getting old? Nyak! This salad was so good: tuna, greens, tomatoes, and cucumbers with a wine vinaigrette. I could still remember my first bite of that tomato, yum!
I couldn't leave Cibo without having my favorite Farfalle Genovese. Hay! I'm so predictable Mwahahaha It was a nice way to end the week. I hope the sun comes up soon!
One Year Later
It's been more than a year since I last interviewed Chesca Garcia-Kramer for Smart Parenting magazine. At the time, she was in the middle of moving houses while planning the birthday party of her daughter Kendra. Little Kendra was just adorable! She was a bit shy but already quite the charmer. Chesca was going to throw her a big costume party inspired by the babe's liking for Cabbage Patch dolls, if I remember right.
Here's Chesca with little Kendra.
Fast forward to a year or so later and look at how Kendra has grown. This is for Mommy Mundo's Urban Mom.
Already, Kendra loves shopping. She likes clothes and bracelets and all things pretty.
Jar C shooting Chesca. She would find out later on that she was pregnant with her second child. Congratulations Chesca! Hugs!
My bestpren J's baby, Urban Mom :)
Here's Chesca with little Kendra.
Fast forward to a year or so later and look at how Kendra has grown. This is for Mommy Mundo's Urban Mom.
Already, Kendra loves shopping. She likes clothes and bracelets and all things pretty.
Jar C shooting Chesca. She would find out later on that she was pregnant with her second child. Congratulations Chesca! Hugs!
My bestpren J's baby, Urban Mom :)
Sunday, July 24, 2011
My Body, My Hard Drive
"The Body" by Pains of Being Pure at Heart from Phillip Van on Vimeo.
One of my favorite books is Douglas Coupland's Microserfs. It's about a group of geeks that devote most of their waking hours to writing elegant lines of code. I read it many, many years ago, but I remember it just now after having watched this video.
It was Dan, one of the characters, who said that sometimes, he felt like his body was just some contraption that drives his brain to work. And that's so true! It's too easy to forget your relationship with your body. It's too easy to abuse your body with work, work, and more work.
Reminder to self: My body is my hard drive, I have to take care of it. I don't want it crashing on me now! :)
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Batch Cooking
With my I-don't-know-what's-going-to-happen-next schedule, serving nutritious meals to my growing kids and my overactive grandchild has become a challenge. You know, I didn't think that this would be an issue for me when my kids are older, but well, it still is. If it were up to them, they'd just fry an egg or eat from a can; that is if neither me nor my son F didn't cook.
But of course, I couldn't not cook for them.
And so I've taken to cooking big batches of food either on a Saturday or a Sunday, and then freezing them all up for the week ahead. I've been doing this for two weeks now and so far, it's worked out well.
For the first week, I cooked Pork and Chicken Adobo (making sure I cooked the pork first before putting the chicken so that they both come out tender), Creamy Chicken Pickle (this is my version of my mom's recipe; it has a lot of all-purpose cream, yum!), and lots of Spaghetti Sauce.
For the second week, I had Kare-kare (ox tripe was on sale at the supermarket), Sinigang (I didn't cook the veggies; I told them to just put the sitaw and kangkong when they reheat; same with the Kare-kare), Chili con Carne, Monggo (peppered with the fried galunggong that these maarte kids didn't want to eat mwahahaha), and Squash Soup with Leeks and Corn (Baby S likes squash kasi).
After cooking, I place the food on plastic containers: some big, some small because there are mealtimes when it's only Baby S and yaya R, and one kid or none, and me who're at home. Oh yes, I had to figure out beforehand who'll be home at what time so that the food doesn't go to waste.
All of this takes a lot of preparation and at the end of my cooking day, I am totally exhausted. But hey, the thing is I am not forced to cook on days when I don't want to. And I know that my kids will still be eating something nice even when I'm not at home.
Hirap maging nanay! Mwahahaha
But of course, I couldn't not cook for them.
And so I've taken to cooking big batches of food either on a Saturday or a Sunday, and then freezing them all up for the week ahead. I've been doing this for two weeks now and so far, it's worked out well.
For the first week, I cooked Pork and Chicken Adobo (making sure I cooked the pork first before putting the chicken so that they both come out tender), Creamy Chicken Pickle (this is my version of my mom's recipe; it has a lot of all-purpose cream, yum!), and lots of Spaghetti Sauce.
For the second week, I had Kare-kare (ox tripe was on sale at the supermarket), Sinigang (I didn't cook the veggies; I told them to just put the sitaw and kangkong when they reheat; same with the Kare-kare), Chili con Carne, Monggo (peppered with the fried galunggong that these maarte kids didn't want to eat mwahahaha), and Squash Soup with Leeks and Corn (Baby S likes squash kasi).
After cooking, I place the food on plastic containers: some big, some small because there are mealtimes when it's only Baby S and yaya R, and one kid or none, and me who're at home. Oh yes, I had to figure out beforehand who'll be home at what time so that the food doesn't go to waste.
All of this takes a lot of preparation and at the end of my cooking day, I am totally exhausted. But hey, the thing is I am not forced to cook on days when I don't want to. And I know that my kids will still be eating something nice even when I'm not at home.
Hirap maging nanay! Mwahahaha
Friday, July 22, 2011
Blur
It's a blur that's what it is. One day I'm playing with Baby S and the next I'm at a mall in the middle of nowhere, working. But hey, that's what makes my life so exciting: I never really know what's going to happen next. I wouldn't have it any other way. Here, some random images from the past two weeks.
Hanging out at a swanky hotel lobby. The grand piano looks intimidating. I had lessons when I was in grade school. My teacher looked a lot like Miss Tapia of Iskul Bukol. Istrikta din sya!
Baby S showing off her tummy. She's a hyperactive toddler who refuses to be ignored. She speaks English with a Playhouse Disney accent: "Lula, wash hands. Thuy're durtee!"
On assignment with B: The good thing about having lunch with a food editor is that she knows where the good stuff is!
That's me and my big bowl of beef ramen. OK, truth time! I cropped out my other eye from this photo because my eyebag was just hideous. Somebody texted me at half past midnight: sleep interrupted!
At home, munching on my favorite comfort food these days: taco! I promised myself that I would make my own tacos after having a sorry little one at Pancake House: the beef was dry and the lettuce was all wilted. I make my beef with spaghetti sauce and lots of onion and celery. Oh, that's a bowl of popcorn: movie time!
I have not seen E in ages. When we first caught sight of each other, we both let out a big gasp and immediately gave each other a big, fat hug. E, you're so slim, it's disgusting! Mwahahahaha
Catching up with my girlfriends. Miss you guys! Mwah!
Hanging out at a swanky hotel lobby. The grand piano looks intimidating. I had lessons when I was in grade school. My teacher looked a lot like Miss Tapia of Iskul Bukol. Istrikta din sya!
Baby S showing off her tummy. She's a hyperactive toddler who refuses to be ignored. She speaks English with a Playhouse Disney accent: "Lula, wash hands. Thuy're durtee!"
On assignment with B: The good thing about having lunch with a food editor is that she knows where the good stuff is!
That's me and my big bowl of beef ramen. OK, truth time! I cropped out my other eye from this photo because my eyebag was just hideous. Somebody texted me at half past midnight: sleep interrupted!
At home, munching on my favorite comfort food these days: taco! I promised myself that I would make my own tacos after having a sorry little one at Pancake House: the beef was dry and the lettuce was all wilted. I make my beef with spaghetti sauce and lots of onion and celery. Oh, that's a bowl of popcorn: movie time!
I have not seen E in ages. When we first caught sight of each other, we both let out a big gasp and immediately gave each other a big, fat hug. E, you're so slim, it's disgusting! Mwahahahaha
Catching up with my girlfriends. Miss you guys! Mwah!
The Disciplinarian
I am living in a house full of teenagers. Because I am both mom and dad, I occasionally have to play the role of disciplinarian—and I don’t think that I am very good at it. It’s the nurturing mommy thing. I get mad but afterwards, I’d be so worried that I had hurt their feelings. Be firm, that’s what my dad would always tell me. I am. I try.
One house rule: If you’re going out, on weekends or after school, ask permission. Tell Mom where you’re going, who you’ll be with, and what time you’ll be home. D tells me that I shouldn't be too strict with the boys. Just tell them to be home before dark, he suggests. OK, I'll try that.
But rules are rules and of course, they are meant to be broken. And this ask-permission rule is the one that my teenaged kids just love breaking. Unfortunately, this is the one rule that I’d hate for them to be breaking because I don’t like not knowing where they are.
The other day, one of my sons came home very late after school. I got mad because this wasn’t the first time he’d done this, and of course, I huffed and I puffed like an angry wolf. But afterwards, I felt all sad about it.
Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do!
One house rule: If you’re going out, on weekends or after school, ask permission. Tell Mom where you’re going, who you’ll be with, and what time you’ll be home. D tells me that I shouldn't be too strict with the boys. Just tell them to be home before dark, he suggests. OK, I'll try that.
But rules are rules and of course, they are meant to be broken. And this ask-permission rule is the one that my teenaged kids just love breaking. Unfortunately, this is the one rule that I’d hate for them to be breaking because I don’t like not knowing where they are.
The other day, one of my sons came home very late after school. I got mad because this wasn’t the first time he’d done this, and of course, I huffed and I puffed like an angry wolf. But afterwards, I felt all sad about it.
Oh well, you gotta do what you gotta do!
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Give Me Some Duck!
When G invited me to the launching of a book she edited, I just had to go. It was the middle of the week, but I didn't care. I had to be there for G's special night, and convinced R and B to go with me.
This is the book. Very timely considering all the disasters we've experienced in the past few years. One of the things discussed was how every family should have an in-case-of-emergency plan, like what each member should do in the event of a fire or an earthquake. I think we should definitely do something like that.
G with her mom. Find out more about her here.
Afterwards, we went to Peking Garden for duck, two ways! Look at Wilard go with his knife. He was so good that I asked him if he had to undergo some training in duck slicing.
And here is Wilard's creation, a platter of thinly sliced roast duck. Heaven!
They brought the minced duck shortly after. I remember the first time I encountered minced duck. I was with my mom and my dad, and I didn't know what to do with it mwahahahaha
OK, I had to take a photo of R with her blue nail polish. This was so uncharacteristic of her, but I actually liked the blue polish. You only live once. Try everything!
OK, I must admit that after feasting on all that duck, I kinda got woozy. Too much cholesterol perhaps? Mwahahahaha No matter, it was a fun night!
This is the book. Very timely considering all the disasters we've experienced in the past few years. One of the things discussed was how every family should have an in-case-of-emergency plan, like what each member should do in the event of a fire or an earthquake. I think we should definitely do something like that.
G with her mom. Find out more about her here.
Afterwards, we went to Peking Garden for duck, two ways! Look at Wilard go with his knife. He was so good that I asked him if he had to undergo some training in duck slicing.
And here is Wilard's creation, a platter of thinly sliced roast duck. Heaven!
They brought the minced duck shortly after. I remember the first time I encountered minced duck. I was with my mom and my dad, and I didn't know what to do with it mwahahahaha
OK, I had to take a photo of R with her blue nail polish. This was so uncharacteristic of her, but I actually liked the blue polish. You only live once. Try everything!
OK, I must admit that after feasting on all that duck, I kinda got woozy. Too much cholesterol perhaps? Mwahahahaha No matter, it was a fun night!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Give Me Some Rice!
The minute Marian Rivera told me that she loves rice, I was intrigued. What can I say? I love rice myself, and for me, lunch and dinner would not be complete without rice. I once went to a buffet with my sisters. And when they saw the mound of rice on my plate, they immediately teased me as having the appetite of a magsasaka (farmer). Mwahahaha I don’t care! I love rice.
Here’s an excerpt of my Marian Rivera interview. Get a copy of Women’s Health July 2011 for the full story. Promise, nakakaaliw siya!
It’s easy to begrudge Marian Rivera. She’s beautiful, street-smart, and sexy. She has starred in one successful teleserye after another, one blockbuster movie after the next. And as if those weren’t enough, Marian Rivera has a sweet romance going on with one of the hottest guys on this side of the planet, Dingdong Dantes.
And now, we’re going to give you another reason to envy her.
Marian Rivera eats—and she does so oh-so heartily! For the countless women out there who have to virtually starve themselves to get into that little black dress, this is almost too much!
“Sana walang magagalit sa akin pero totoo talaga, kumakain ako ng dapat at ng gusto kong kainin,” she says.
It is at this point that Marian, a month away from turning 27, tells us how much she loves rice. Whether she’s on the set or at home, meals are full-rice productions. No salads or sandwiches for this woman with the drop dead looks and the gorgeous figure.
“Mahilig talaga ako kumain basta Filipino food. At saka hindi puwedeng walang rice, parang mamamatay ako kung walang rice!”
Here’s an excerpt of my Marian Rivera interview. Get a copy of Women’s Health July 2011 for the full story. Promise, nakakaaliw siya!
It’s easy to begrudge Marian Rivera. She’s beautiful, street-smart, and sexy. She has starred in one successful teleserye after another, one blockbuster movie after the next. And as if those weren’t enough, Marian Rivera has a sweet romance going on with one of the hottest guys on this side of the planet, Dingdong Dantes.
And now, we’re going to give you another reason to envy her.
Marian Rivera eats—and she does so oh-so heartily! For the countless women out there who have to virtually starve themselves to get into that little black dress, this is almost too much!
“Sana walang magagalit sa akin pero totoo talaga, kumakain ako ng dapat at ng gusto kong kainin,” she says.
It is at this point that Marian, a month away from turning 27, tells us how much she loves rice. Whether she’s on the set or at home, meals are full-rice productions. No salads or sandwiches for this woman with the drop dead looks and the gorgeous figure.
“Mahilig talaga ako kumain basta Filipino food. At saka hindi puwedeng walang rice, parang mamamatay ako kung walang rice!”
Testosterone
So many things to talk about!:)Because of work and our fuzzy Internet connection, I haven’t been able to blog as often as I wanted to. Sigh!
Anyway, it was a lazy night. I’d just scored a DVD of one of our favorite shows, Top Chef. K, F, and I were in our living room—K and I spread out on the sofa bed, F on the rug, all of us eating popcorn. Because there was a glitch on the DVD (it kept going back to the episode we had just watched), I asked F to push the forward button. Immediately, K suggested something, I don’t remember what really, but it had something to do with what button to push.
And just like that, F suddenly goes: “I know what I’m doing.” And K goes: “I’m just giving a suggestion.” F: “I know what I’m doing!” K: “I’m just giving a suggestion!” F: “I know what I’m doing!!” K: "I'm just giving a suggestion!!" And on and on it went, their voices getting louder and louder.
I could feel the fierceness of their every word, the intensity of their feelings. It was testosterone pure and simple. And it was, quite frankly, scary! I tried to keep it light and said something like, “Come on. Let’s just watch the show.” They didn’t hear me; they were staring down at each other, still shouting. I felt invisible. If they start fighting, I thought, I am not going to get in the way. I mean, these two boys are bigger and taller than me! I’ll just be crushed! Mwahaha
Thankfully, my other son S came out. He was in the other room and he goes in a big loud voice, which surprised me actually because S is the skinniest of the three, “Stop that! It’s only TV!”
And just like that, they stopped!
BOYS!!
Anyway, it was a lazy night. I’d just scored a DVD of one of our favorite shows, Top Chef. K, F, and I were in our living room—K and I spread out on the sofa bed, F on the rug, all of us eating popcorn. Because there was a glitch on the DVD (it kept going back to the episode we had just watched), I asked F to push the forward button. Immediately, K suggested something, I don’t remember what really, but it had something to do with what button to push.
And just like that, F suddenly goes: “I know what I’m doing.” And K goes: “I’m just giving a suggestion.” F: “I know what I’m doing!” K: “I’m just giving a suggestion!” F: “I know what I’m doing!!” K: "I'm just giving a suggestion!!" And on and on it went, their voices getting louder and louder.
I could feel the fierceness of their every word, the intensity of their feelings. It was testosterone pure and simple. And it was, quite frankly, scary! I tried to keep it light and said something like, “Come on. Let’s just watch the show.” They didn’t hear me; they were staring down at each other, still shouting. I felt invisible. If they start fighting, I thought, I am not going to get in the way. I mean, these two boys are bigger and taller than me! I’ll just be crushed! Mwahaha
Thankfully, my other son S came out. He was in the other room and he goes in a big loud voice, which surprised me actually because S is the skinniest of the three, “Stop that! It’s only TV!”
And just like that, they stopped!
BOYS!!
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Writing on Edge
While tapping on the keyboard the other day, I sent a quick text message to my friend K telling her how nervous I am. I am always anxious whenever I have to submit a story for YES! magazine. I check and double-check. I dilly and dally, making sure I get everything right.
It’s not that YES! is probably the most widely read magazine in the land—although that thought doesn’t help my nerves any—it’s just that I know that there are two formidable editors who’ll be reading my manuscript, meticulously going through every word, carefully analyzing every thought.
I’m talking about JO-ANN MAGLIPON and PETE LACABA. I write their names in capital letters because in my world, they’re giants.
The very first time I was assigned a story for YES!, I missed my deadline. To be frank, I was just scared. I take my writing seriously, and really, one of the reasons why I quit my day job was because I hardly had time to write anymore. The thought of my words being read by these two made me want to puke. Fortunately, things got a little easier later.
I love that Madam, as everybody calls Jo-Ann, is precise about what she wants, is vocal about what she thinks, and is generous with her compliments when she likes what she sees—although I still get nervous whenever I get a call from her. I love getting back my manuscript after Sir Pete has gone through it, looking at what he’s changed and what he hasn’t. I’ve been writing for YES! for some time now and I think I’ve become a better writer and editor because of it. It’s like going to school actually—although I doubt if I’d get that good a training in any school.
I am still on edge whenever I write for YES! But for me, but that’s a very good thing.
It’s not that YES! is probably the most widely read magazine in the land—although that thought doesn’t help my nerves any—it’s just that I know that there are two formidable editors who’ll be reading my manuscript, meticulously going through every word, carefully analyzing every thought.
I’m talking about JO-ANN MAGLIPON and PETE LACABA. I write their names in capital letters because in my world, they’re giants.
The very first time I was assigned a story for YES!, I missed my deadline. To be frank, I was just scared. I take my writing seriously, and really, one of the reasons why I quit my day job was because I hardly had time to write anymore. The thought of my words being read by these two made me want to puke. Fortunately, things got a little easier later.
I love that Madam, as everybody calls Jo-Ann, is precise about what she wants, is vocal about what she thinks, and is generous with her compliments when she likes what she sees—although I still get nervous whenever I get a call from her. I love getting back my manuscript after Sir Pete has gone through it, looking at what he’s changed and what he hasn’t. I’ve been writing for YES! for some time now and I think I’ve become a better writer and editor because of it. It’s like going to school actually—although I doubt if I’d get that good a training in any school.
I am still on edge whenever I write for YES! But for me, but that’s a very good thing.
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