In Which I Make Very Little Sense
18 Dec
So once a year I seem to flake out on my online recs– this month was it for me– or rather November was, for obvious reasons. Mainly that I wasn’t around.
But! That’s cool, because I didn’t need to this month. Plenty of book recs to go around lately, and I’m rolling in it now. Brilliant. For those of you who are here because you’re my pal, not because you’re part of this little blog circuit, let me suggest you add Aaron Polson‘s new review blog project, Skull Salad. A general drive to support small press and everything it represents, starting there, inspired a wave of Best Of lists from many of the talented authors on the sidebar over there. Looking for a good last minute gift for someone, check them out.
To change the subject completely (see, usually when someone says that, they’re not going to change it at all, but I really am!), I think I gave the wrong impression to some people with that last post. A lot of the comments lead me to believe I sounded like I don’t like edits, when in fact I like them so much, particularly when they come from someone who’s not me, I am nearly incapable of bucking them even if they sit wrong. (Which, as I say, has happened maybe twice. Ever. I got second and third opinions, in those cases, before I could figure out what the hell to do– other than just stop writing.) That’s why it was so freaking weird when I came up against a suggestion I genuinely did not know how to implement– but had always known was necessary.
I got there, though. Slowly but surely. And that was kind of my point: I wasn’t ready then, but I figured it out. Sort of. I’m still figuring it out, but I’m way closer than I was two years ago. I should probably be ashamed it took me that long to understand, but really, I’m kind of proud I managed at all. I’m not known for being that quick, see.
Not sure which sentence was misleading, but I think this proves my point: I need an editor at all times. Good god, I make no sense.
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Now playing: The Kinks – The Contenders
via FoxyTunes
It’ Friday; you don’t have to make sense.
All this…this writing thing…it’s just one big learning curve.
You always make sense to me… Although, things that make sense in my brain are not necessarily a good thing.
Aaron is right on with the learing curve business. I’m just a toddler in this world, crawling on my hands and knees. Hmm, did that make sense?
The trick is to let handsome asian men read your first draft.
If I could afford a full time editor I would share.
Mmm yeah, learning curve, Aaron. In a way, though, that’s what makes it exciting. I feel so accomplished when I move a little further along. Ha!
Cate, I will take making sense to you any day– that’s my idea of a good time.
Alan, no no, we’re at LEAST adolescent. Er, right? No really, thanks for your understanding
Nat, I couldn’t agree more– I do it regularly, too!
Jamie, I appreciate the sentiment. You’re a peach.