Selling into my sleep
Hadn't dreamed about work in a while. Last night I dreamed the paper published a letter from a reader who argued I wrote too much about Springsteen. The reader asked how I could spend so much time writing about Springsteen when there so many other musicians to cover. The hed and body of the letter misspelled "btrpkc" in two different ways.
This letter was, of course, only a dream. I have never written about Springsteen at work. The Editorial department would never publish a letter making that mistake. Nor would it misspell a username in two different ways. But, notably, the dream did have the letter's hed and body in the correct typefaces. And the letters appeared to run on a right-hand page, which meant we'd sold a full-page ad in the back of the A section. Which was terrific but, of course, only a dream.
