Tuesday, April 13, 2010
EDITING, Editing, editing . . .
It's maddening. Nothing really glaringly incorrect about what I've written, just me being particular and changing words around, or restructuring a sentence so it flows better. It's amazing how different the workbook looks in tangible paper and binding. On the computer screen, it's -- I don't know, it's not real? I mean, it's locked up in a hard drive and I can't actually touch it. Published, it is real, and it seems less perfect than on the computer, it feels needful. And the formatting was wonky. I don't know if it's because the publisher effed up or if I had too many rockin' fonts going on and it threw off the formatting -- I've gone through and changed all the fonts, restructured the graphs (which I believe were also throwing things off), and made numerous editing changes (even before I got the hard copy). And now I'm down for another editing session, and then another, just to make sure, then I'm sending off for another draft . . . Oh, what the hell am I talking about? My perfume workbook, what else?