I suspect, but I do not know for certain, that other writers do the same thing I do when working on copy edits, which is to say, they talk back at the copy editor. “How *dare* you remove my italics,” I say (out loud). (This is an important moment for this character. It *requires* italics.) “No,” I say out loud, “I don’t *want* an em-dash there.” (God knows if I did I’d have put one in. I am not afraid of em-dashes. Or semi-colons. Or colons. Or serial commas.) And so on and so forth, page after page, muttering at someone thousands of miles away from me. Thus far I have refrained from calling the CE any names. My mother, I’m afraid, likes reading my copy-edited manuscripts after I’ve gone through them, because of the vitriolic notes I sometimes leave in the margins (on manuscripts I don’t actually have to return, obviously; I wouldn’t do that if the CE was going to *read* it).
Also, I require grep for my published novels so I can check them easily to find out things like whether or not I let the CE change “spy-master” to “spymaster” in THE QUEEN’S BASTARD, so those words are consistent from one book to another. (That one I found easily, actually, and I did go with the change. But mostly I need grep.)
The weekend was good. We got quite a bit of Christmas shopping done, and enjoyed ourselves at the convention. We saw
Also caught up with C.B. Cebulski, who is (among other things) Marvel’s talent search guy and a writer of fine comics himself. I’d run into him at San Diego, and although I didn’t ever manage to buy him the drink I’d promised at DCC over the weekend, he none-the-less got interested in Chance and actively admired Ardian’s work in the first issue (of which I had a print-out), which made me very happy. (Have I mentioned recently how *proud* I am of Ardian?) So it was a good and worthwhile weekend, and I did indeed learn things about pitching to Marvel, which makes me *very* happy. (I know. I know. Slowing down; explain it to me again?) But yeah. Good weekend.
Oh, and the hotel we stayed at, the Royal Dublin, which is right on O’Connell Street, was *quiet*. It was *amazing*. *two thumbs up to them*!
miles to Dunharrow: 42.5