Archive for the ‘editing’ Category


Sunday, January 27th, 2008

Didn’t get much done today. At least not yet. Stuff going on etc that’s distracting me a bit. I struggled with Xia today so I decided to start reading from the beginning in order to get a check on where I am with this. Are things hanging together? Are there small tweaks doing big things? Stuff like that. The answer seems to be yes, more or less. So, back to it. Sigh

But Xia ia gratifyingly bad in the opening chapter, and I fixed it starting out more boring than it should have. Hopefully I fixed it enough. I have 15 chapters so far. I hope to exceed 30K today. That would be good.



Tuesday, December 11th, 2007


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Scandal is done. Since I cried at several chapters, I’m happy.


Down to the Wire

Monday, December 10th, 2007

Today I hit 95,066 words so I’m golden tonight. I’m up to chapter 23 in the final read through. I fixed my two trouble spots and it rocks completely. Put a bit more on the line in a couple chapters tonight. Tomorrow, I’m pushing on.

Tonight, I’m going to bed.

I’ve been listening to a lot of James Blunt as I finish up. I really love the emotion of his music. Plus sometimes he uses a bad word or two and it’s really kind of nice knowing the work wasn’t sanitized for consumption. I have three of his CD’s now and when I have the money I’ll be on a quest for everything else he’s done. I can sing along to the music and get myself in a good mood for writing. Which is pretty much the whole point. Yet another artist discovered from MySpace. But not from his profile. From someone else’s profile music. So, let’s see. Someone has a song of his playing on their profile. Carolyn hears it, and now owns three of his CD’s plus an Amazon download of a single he did on some other album. So, why do artists delete their songs from MySpace profiles?

What else? Killer headache. But I can’t get sick so I won’t. That’s it. At my son’s soccer practice the temp was 53 with about an hour to go and by the end it was 44. Yeah, people who live with real weather are wondering why I’m complaining about a heat wave but for here, that’s just darned cold. I was thinking about putting on my socks.

OK, off to bed.


Making Progress!

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

Today I got through all my action items for Scandal. Yay! By the time I was ready to print out the MS for a final read through I was up to 94K. I’m doing the read through now, and it’s going pretty well so far. Nothing major. So far.

I’m posting early because I promised my son months ago that we’d see the Golden Compass when it came out. The movie’s out now. We’re just waiting for my sister to get here, since she gets off early enough on Saturdays that she can come with us. Then we’re off to the movie.

At the moment, I’m really tired. Don’t know why but I am.


Closing in

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

I think I’m just about done with Scandal. No fork quite yet, but I finished having it read to me. I have a list of action items, going through the MS for phrases I think I’ve repeated or overused, some continuity etc. There’s only 8 things on the list. I’ll get through that in the mornning, then print it off and start reading.

At the gym in the AM, I’ve started blocking out the next paranormal. That’s been fun. Sort of.

OK, off to sleep.


Catching up

Wednesday, December 5th, 2007

Looks like my (very) brief post from yesterday got munched. Oh. Well. It went like this: Working on Scandal. Back to it.

That is still a true statement. I’m having it read back to me. Catching a lot of pesky typos and fixing a lot of continuity stuff. I have this habit of (need to?) moving stuff around, and then I forget where things are and either don’t delete or don’t conform enough to the new (for now) home. There’s a lot of that in this one. To quote my favorite TV show ever (::Adrian Paul::) Highlander: There can be only one. Meaning, typically, your characters can only meet for the first time once, not once in each of 5 to 6 chapters. Sheesh. Looks bad, you know? So I’m fixing that.

The best part is that little things are getting settled and elicited. Things that make a story resonate. Which is better than if it sucks. Back to work.


Typing Typing Typing

Saturday, December 1st, 2007

Keep those doggies typing
Raw Nerves!
Fix it up
Cut the crap
Add some in
Edit more!
Raw Nerves!

That’s me. Working on Scandal. I’m writing a new chapter right now. But I finally got to a spot where I wasn’t fixing the crap out of, er, crap and was just fixing typos and polishing, which was SUCH a relief. Then I got to a spot where I realized I needed a new chapter, just to add a certain element of suspense that was missing. But I thought of a good one and after this post I’ll be back to it.

What else? In all of November, I think we had exactly 1 day of rain. It’s cold (for here) and when I went out this morning to snap some pics, I had to wear shoes instead of my sandals. Geez! My cat Jake finally got tired of trying to push me off my chair and is now back to sleeping on the printer.

Random Pics from this morning:

The first Snowbells of the Winter

Snowbells, a small white flower with green dots at the ends of the petals.

Leaves Frozen under the Ice in a BirdBath

Leaves Frozen In the Birdbath

where does the time go?

Sunday, November 25th, 2007

I actually have the answer. Time flies because it’s a hurry to join all your lost socks. They put on a great party, you see. And whenever time seems like it’s slowing down? That’s what happens when someone discards all their onesie-socks. The time-space continuum flexes when the missing socks are returned to the poor fool. Inevitably some other schmuck gets stuck in one of the creases. For him, or her, time inexplicably slows. This is most noticeable at the dentist’s office or fifteen minutes before it’s time to go home from someplace boring. Mostly we don’t notice. But it happens, I assure you.

What, you never read A Wrinkle in Time? I’m sure that was in there.

Working on Scandal. Not looking forward to going back to the day job.

And sorry, despite the tag, this post has nothing to do with Navy SEALs. I just wish it did because that would be better than just about anything, including fixing that wretched chapter 8. Plus, you know, why not think about Navy SEALs now and again? I’m sure it’s good for me.


The weekend’s ended. Rats.

Sunday, November 18th, 2007

Today was a very busy day. I slept later than I wanted to but given my typical sleep deficit, it’s probably a good thing. The Darling Child spent the night at his uncle’s house (that would be Uncle Geography for readers of this blog) so I worked all morning but wasn’t as productive as I hoped. Then I had to go shopping and then make cookies because today was the DC’s end of League Play party, and I said I’d make cookies. Then I had to call the uncle to bring the DC home, and off to the party. And, the party was pretty fun, there were parents this year who like to talk about literature! One of the parents had met Michael Chabon. Whoa. Golly, I love talking about books so for once I wasn’t standing around feeling like a dork. The kids had a good time, they ran around outside and when it was too dark to see they came in all sweaty and hot and ready for cake.

When we came home I got some good work done, though.

Now I just get to buckle down and polish and hopefully have time to send it out for outside reading.

What else? Nothing. I have to go to work tomorrow and that’s always kind of depressing, especially when I wish I had 10K more words than I do. Although, come to think of it, I always wish that. And the words I have I’ve beginning to suspect are quality. Let’s hope.


In Which Things Get a Little Better

Saturday, November 17th, 2007

Tonight, I wrote my ending chapter. It needs a little work, but it’s there where yesterday there was nothing. I also made back the word count I lost from cutting the two sucky chapters yesterday. Yay for me. I have one or two more chapters that I know need some work. I hope to get that done tomorrow. And then I’ll have a crappy draft. But, as every writer knows, crap can be fixed.

In other news, my brother was supposed to come over to give my son a man-to-man talk that would reinforce The Talk that I’ve had with him about S. E. X. I consider this especially important now that girls have discovered him. So, pretend for a minute, that this girl who is interested in my son and who my son is (supposedly) just friends with has a name that sounds like the capital of a country. This is true. Pretend that it’s Paris. Her name isn’t Paris, but pretend. My brother’s conversation with my son went like this:

Uncle: Hey, I hear you really like France.
Son: Yeeahhh. Why?
Uncle: I hear one city in particular is your favorite.
Son: What?
Uncle: Yeah, it’s the capital of France. Paris.
Son: (whispering to self) I gotta talk to my mom.

I am not kidding. I was in the kitchen at the time, and I overhead it and while I may not have the exact words, this is pretty darn close. I did not ask my brother to talk to my son about geography. We have an enormous map of the world on the wall in the hallway. My son and I often stand in front of that map and talk about geography. He’s actually very good at geography.

The conversation should have gone like this:

Uncle: Never have sex. But if you do, use a condom. You know what a condom is, right?
Son: Yeeahhh. Why?
Uncle: Do you know how to use one?
Son: Umm.
Uncle: [Manly talk that women never hear, but that conveys respect for women and mastery over the use of birth control.]
Son: Thank you. But I’m going to listen to my mom and never have sex.

Geography. Oh, for crying out loud.