dorling kindersley books

I keep waffling about "light at the end of the tunnel", but few believe me. We are at the end of May, we have six weeks to drop-dead disk date. It's become clear that every page is a new design challenge - there is no "formula" to the book; it could never have been subcontracted out to a packager. The team are split in two, each taking responsibility for different chapters, and it is down to Bryn and myself to try to ensure that there is some sense of stylistic consistency. It's turning us into schizophrenics. Bryn's sense of realistic pessimism provokes several "We'll never get it done" outbursts. My lack of relation to reality irritates him enormously, but somehow I can't get down there with him, and have to carry about an air of breezy confidence.

We agree to pay the team a special rate for working over the last of the Spring bank holidays.