Copy edits arrive today, which is an exciting and intimidating prospect.
- I gleefully anticipate seeing exactly how poor my grammar is.
- It’s gotten pretty bad since my proofreading days
- Em dash, how to?
- Oh, perhaps a little less em dash.
- Maybe every sentence doesn’t need one.
- I fear the question mark.
- I doubt it will be like my old job where I could just send back a bit of copy with a note saying, “I think they mean Centenarian, not Centurion.”
- As an FYI, there’s an enormous difference between your very old grandma and a Roman officer, a rather comedic difference in the right situation.
- Oh funeral programs. Why are you so funny?!
On the pleasant side of things, I cheerfully have no idea what I’m doing, which is standard operating procedure for me. I do know that whatever I’m required to do is bound to demand a lot of pens in interesting colors. Oh, and sticky notes—mustn’t forget the sticky notes. And a hat. Crap. Forgot to buy a hat specifically for reviewing edits.
I’m trying to embrace the fact that this is the last time in my writing life that I’ll ever be quite this green.
But, in these last few hours of freedom, I’m indulging in reading some utterly delightful fluff. At this point our hero is at a cursed (of course) excavation site in Egypt. A camel has just eaten his hat. for the second time.
Note to self: Obtain camel for copy editing purposes.