don't bother me, I'm muttering...
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lagilmanIt's 6:30 pm, dinner* is on the plate, the wine is poured, and I have all night in front of me. These page proofs are going down.
-I keep re-reading the opening to chapter 7, because it makes me so happy. [this is the scene in Ath Cliath, the main city of Greater Caul, AKA "not-Dublin", aka "Ao and Kai's Great Adventure" The boys are so cute together...]
- oh yeah. We fought about that line in edits, too. I still think it worked better the original way.
- *scribbles note on character who appears in bk 3* THAT'S why he does that.
- that...might be too subtle. Screw it, it stays. You gonna have to work to get inside his process.
- that's a really lovely scene. and we're at the halfway point...
- okay I know I fixed that typo in the copyedit. Not good, not good at all...
- a brief pause to load and run the dishwasher, and rest my eyes
- it took me ten minutes to decide if I should modify that line. I both love and loath proofs...
- My gaze is beginning to skip a bit. Decided against making coffee.
- going over a scene that underwent major revisions, with a lot of rewriting passes. Very odd to read the final, and still have the original in my head, like this niggling echo...
- 254 pages down. 120 pages to go. They can wait until tomorrow. [yeah, I'm a wuss. But I'll be a rested wuss...]
- and I would do near-anything for a foot rub. I have no idea why my feet hurt, but they do. *frowns at feet*
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and lo, it is 8am and I am back on the chase...
-ok that? Is possibly a perfect line. And it's utterly spoilerific so I can't share it. Damn it.
- and another gorgeous bit. It's worrying, how few marks I'm making in this section...
-and onward to Part 3, which still needs a new part-title. Ugh.
- yes, "Falasha" would be an amusing option. Yes, it does almost mean what you're looking for. No, it's not appropriate. Move on.
- hrm. In this universe, Latin is not cheating. Yay.
- timeline oops, caught. Estimating sailing times has been my bête noir this entire book.
- one should not chunk an entire paragraph in proofs stage. And yet, I just did.
- oh hai plot inconsistency. Say bye-bye....
- and another one, this time requiring actual rewriting. Argh. No, the author can't keep track of every detail in 300,000 words of Story, why do you even ask?
- it's rather difficult to keep the plotlines clear when the point is that the character is not only confused, but wrong.... and the reader can't know when that is, until after the fact. *author has headache*
And done. Still have to go over everything again and get them back to Madam'selle Editrix, but... yeah. Done.
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*grilled pork loin w/ herbal rub, and tricolore not-a-salad**. First actual cooking I've done on a week. Huzzah for temperatures that don't begin with a "9"
** in this case, red cabbage, yellow bell peppers, and baby spinach, sauteed until soft with caraway seed, black sesame, and a pinch of salt. Nom.
-I keep re-reading the opening to chapter 7, because it makes me so happy. [this is the scene in Ath Cliath, the main city of Greater Caul, AKA "not-Dublin", aka "Ao and Kai's Great Adventure" The boys are so cute together...]
- oh yeah. We fought about that line in edits, too. I still think it worked better the original way.
- *scribbles note on character who appears in bk 3* THAT'S why he does that.
- that...might be too subtle. Screw it, it stays. You gonna have to work to get inside his process.
- that's a really lovely scene. and we're at the halfway point...
- okay I know I fixed that typo in the copyedit. Not good, not good at all...
- a brief pause to load and run the dishwasher, and rest my eyes
- it took me ten minutes to decide if I should modify that line. I both love and loath proofs...
- My gaze is beginning to skip a bit. Decided against making coffee.
- going over a scene that underwent major revisions, with a lot of rewriting passes. Very odd to read the final, and still have the original in my head, like this niggling echo...
- 254 pages down. 120 pages to go. They can wait until tomorrow. [yeah, I'm a wuss. But I'll be a rested wuss...]
- and I would do near-anything for a foot rub. I have no idea why my feet hurt, but they do. *frowns at feet*
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and lo, it is 8am and I am back on the chase...
-ok that? Is possibly a perfect line. And it's utterly spoilerific so I can't share it. Damn it.
- and another gorgeous bit. It's worrying, how few marks I'm making in this section...
-and onward to Part 3, which still needs a new part-title. Ugh.
- yes, "Falasha" would be an amusing option. Yes, it does almost mean what you're looking for. No, it's not appropriate. Move on.
- hrm. In this universe, Latin is not cheating. Yay.
- timeline oops, caught. Estimating sailing times has been my bête noir this entire book.
- one should not chunk an entire paragraph in proofs stage. And yet, I just did.
- oh hai plot inconsistency. Say bye-bye....
- and another one, this time requiring actual rewriting. Argh. No, the author can't keep track of every detail in 300,000 words of Story, why do you even ask?
- it's rather difficult to keep the plotlines clear when the point is that the character is not only confused, but wrong.... and the reader can't know when that is, until after the fact. *author has headache*
And done. Still have to go over everything again and get them back to Madam'selle Editrix, but... yeah. Done.
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*grilled pork loin w/ herbal rub, and tricolore not-a-salad**. First actual cooking I've done on a week. Huzzah for temperatures that don't begin with a "9"
** in this case, red cabbage, yellow bell peppers, and baby spinach, sauteed until soft with caraway seed, black sesame, and a pinch of salt. Nom.
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Date: 2010-06-30 12:08 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-30 12:53 am (UTC)Who usually wins those debates? Author or editor?
I'm squinting, trying to see over your shoulder...
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Date: 2010-06-30 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-06-30 10:18 am (UTC)You have walked two-thirds of a mile in seven-inch boots*. Proofs are like that.
It's no help now, but you can have a foot-rub token for the future, should you want it: to be cashed in whenever we are next in the same space. I say it myself as no one else in this conversation is qualified to do so, but I give good foot-rub.
*These work kinda like seven-league boots, but the other way around: much effort, minimal forward progress.
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:40 am (UTC)[and I am blaming you utterly for the dream I had last night, wherein just before work on the bathroom began I discovered not only another massive leak in the ceiling (part of what triggered the original thought of renovations) but that the tile next to the bath tub had cracked and fallen away, leaving a jagged hole. Yeah. Who can I blame for putting that image in my head, hrmmm?]
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Date: 2010-06-30 11:52 am (UTC)I apologise for invading your sleep. That's unconscionable.