These are, of course, meant totally tongue-in-cheek. That said, if you see these reflected in your writing, change it. DoItNow. Have pity on your editor.
This post brought to you by Fingernails on the Editor’s Chalkboard. This morning, on one of the writer’s groups I follow on Facebook, this gem was posted. I’ve intentionally left this “too small to read.” Go ahead and blow it up big if you really want to. But for the love of all that is… Continue reading A Lesson and a Little Game
I’m a habitual editor. I admit this. Like… probably AA style…. “Hello. My name is Shanan, and I’m an editor.” I pick every nit off ever word. I examine it up close and determine if it’s going to sprout a louse or a lion. My editing microscope reaches far and deep. I’m ridiculously critical of… Continue reading Day 14 – Editing
I’ve received both informal and formal feedback from a handful of beta readers for Rising, and so far the general consensus is: They are loving it! Of course, there are little sticking points here and there. I have some definite edit spots that I want to go tackle. But I’m going to wait on a… Continue reading Rising – Beta Update
I can’t contain myself. I probably should. But I won’t. Yesterday, one of my beta readers for Rising sent me a text saying (somewhat paraphrased), “So, I received this book yesterday and started reading it, and I had to force myself to stop reading and go to sleep at midnight.” My first thought was, “Hm,… Continue reading Beta Process, Part 1
Editing is quite the process. Either that, or I’m brutally critical of my own work. Seeing as how Rising is my first, completed, full-length novel, the editing process is different in many ways from what I’m used to. First off, I can’t just sit down and re-read the entire story in one sitting like I… Continue reading Editing a Novel – AKA What Did I Just Get Myself Into?
Yesterday, I printed out Rising and put it into a binder for editing. As you can see, I killed a small tree in the process. Don’t get me wrong — I’m a total granola-munching, tree-hugging, hippie, artist-woman. I grew up in the Pacific Northwest, where trees are valued more than gold. But I have zero… Continue reading Why I Print