Fiddling

I was going to blog properly tonight while waiting for my hair to dry, but then I got distracted by emails for some of the things I'm juggling in addition to the day job:

• Follow-up queries on my co-edited volume Women and the Politics of Representation in Southeast Asia.
• Revisions and edits for my co-edited literary anthology work-in-progress In Transit: An Anthology of Writing from Singapore about Airports and Air Travel (yes, we need a pithier subtitle).
• Revisions and edits for a commissioned history of Singapore's Capitol Theatre, which should hit the shelves later this year.
• Pro bono editing for webpages for an NGO.

The day job, for those of you keeping score at home, is working [freelance] on the revamp of the Singapore History Gallery at the National Museum. Today that meant looking at some World War Two artefacts. It's quite harrowing, when you think about it, to be looking close-up at something that was worn by someone on the frontline. Suddenly every scrape and stain on the object seems laden with meaning.

Edited to add (10 February, 8:50 a.m.):
I inserted "[freelance]" in the last paragraph. I'm not a full-time museum employee and it should be clear that I'm not writing in that capacity.