I spent the larger part of yesterday doing copy edits for URBAN SHAMAN. They were surprisingly painless. There are about five things I will do in the future which will reduce my poor editor’s efforts by about 80% (further->farther, leapt->leaped (although I don’t particularly like ‘leaped’, it’s certainly not a hill to die on), towards->toward, grey->gray (ditto ‘leaped’, but with more prejudice), and replace all my –s with emdashes), but by and large, I think there are maybe five sentences in the whole thing that I was like, “Um, no, leave it the way it was,” or where I’ve said, ‘ok, I see your point, let me rewrite that my way’.
I still think people can hiss things without there being any esses involved. And I also think it’s very odd that she didn’t know what “looking through my eyebrows” was, because everybody I asked just did it right away and knew just what I meant. :) And apparently I’m not as clever with my whom-and-whoevers as I thought I was. *sulk*
Also, there are wonderful notes in the margins. Hearts next to the first description of the bad guy (which is, if I do say so myself, beautiful), and next to the first description of Morrison. *stupid beaming* There’s a place she went, “AUGH!” in the margin (causing me to cackle gleefully, because *I* go AUGH every time I get to that bit, and hell, I WROTE it!), and another bit where she wrote, “I KNEW it!” which made me laugh with smugness. There’s a note at almost the end where it says, “This is going to be hard to top!” (true, but I set up this entire series in a very specific way in my head; I *know* it’ll be hard to top, but I wrote it that way on purpose), and at the end she wrote, “A really exciting, fun and promising story, Catie. I can’t wait to see what happens next.” *beam*
I’m sure not all my copy editing experiences are going to be this gentle, but for a first time, boy, this didn’t suck at all!
Now to email and ask about the notes in the margins I couldn’t read. :)
In other news, winter has arrived. It’s cold and there’s snow and the wind is nasty and I don’t waaaaaaaant to have to walk in it. Waaaah! We went to see “Ray” yesterday (it was very, very good, although it got a leetle long) and when we went in it was bright and semi-sunny, and when we came out there was an inch of snow on the ground. Eee!
Movies are vicious like that! You go inside, come out two hours later, and the whole environment may have changed with absolutely no knowledge of said change on your part. Snow seems particularly fond of sneaking in when one is at a movie. It’s like it’s trying to punish you for being a slacker and sitting around munching popcorn for a couple hours…
What’s wrong with grey? And leapt just sounds better, dammit. :)
Wheeeeeeee!