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Jan. 21st, 2010 10:51 pmAfter much valiant effort, I have diminished my email to merely impossible numbers. Expect answers say, in about twenty years, when I finally catch up fully.
This week has muddled my mind more than it ought and I shall soon have words for a standard apology which I think I shall send to everyone I have ever known, just to be safe. I ought to include the young women on the bus today. I don't know why one of them gave me such a piercing look. Maybe she read my thoughts on her exceedingly irritating companion? Maybe I muttered rude words when I fell asleep for a half hour? Maybe she was reading my editing over my shoulder and I turned the pages too quickly?
The end of this editing is in sight. I did seven hours of work on it (with totally lovely scenery to rest my eyes on when I neded a break to think) and have discovered what need rewriting (not much!), what needs adding (some 2-3000 words) and what needs corecting. And most of my beta reader comments have been brought into the thing (thank you kindly, all) and it's a much better read for their eagle eyes.
I'm trying to clear the decks (still) because things could get busy this year. Actually, there's no 'could' about it. The question is whether it's going to be a busy year or an amazingly busy year. That's not my current question, though. My current question is whether there is an editor out there who might love a fantasy novel about committees and astrothingies. Also light and glass and ice and relationships. With added pirate.
Editing first, panic afterwards.
PS Yes, I snuck a joke in. I have my sense of humour back and everyone must needs suffer for it.
This week has muddled my mind more than it ought and I shall soon have words for a standard apology which I think I shall send to everyone I have ever known, just to be safe. I ought to include the young women on the bus today. I don't know why one of them gave me such a piercing look. Maybe she read my thoughts on her exceedingly irritating companion? Maybe I muttered rude words when I fell asleep for a half hour? Maybe she was reading my editing over my shoulder and I turned the pages too quickly?
The end of this editing is in sight. I did seven hours of work on it (with totally lovely scenery to rest my eyes on when I neded a break to think) and have discovered what need rewriting (not much!), what needs adding (some 2-3000 words) and what needs corecting. And most of my beta reader comments have been brought into the thing (thank you kindly, all) and it's a much better read for their eagle eyes.
I'm trying to clear the decks (still) because things could get busy this year. Actually, there's no 'could' about it. The question is whether it's going to be a busy year or an amazingly busy year. That's not my current question, though. My current question is whether there is an editor out there who might love a fantasy novel about committees and astrothingies. Also light and glass and ice and relationships. With added pirate.
Editing first, panic afterwards.
PS Yes, I snuck a joke in. I have my sense of humour back and everyone must needs suffer for it.