Revisions piling up. Stop. Send coffee. Stop.
Whatever happened to telegrams? Does anyone even use telegrams anymore?
So I’m in the home stretch for RA revisions. (“Home stretch” meaning “only another two or three days of work”.)
I’m surprised by writers who don’t get that even a very “clean” edit means a lot of work. There is no manuscript so clean that you won’t have to spend days or weeks making it better. Then there’s copyedits, and final proofs–no wonder some typos get through. And considering that one may have to go through two drafts, two revisions, one copyedit, and at least one proof pass, no wonder writers sometimes have a bit of trouble remember exactly what’s in the finished draft. *sigh*
I have really, really good news about a short story or two, but I’m waiting until I can share it. Dancing with impatience, actually. As soon as I can share, I will. Loudly. And happily.
Okay. Back to the salt mines. I will definitely come in under deadline for this one. Thank God.
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