Last week my publicist asked for some essay ideas for a San Francisco publication (my mystery series is set there). I shot her two essays, but realized when I was ranting about the copyediting I was doing all day, that it might make a good essay. (If you follow me on Twitter @KristiBelcamino, you might have heard me lamenting the fact that it was only when my novel was copyedited that I realized I don’t know a comma from a hole in the ground. Luckily, several other former journalists piped in to say that this is common coming from a journalism background. In addition, another writer mentioned how different publishing houses have different views on comma use, as well. Whew.)
So I quickly wrote up my rant and sent it to my publicist and editor to submit to the San Francisco publication.
Also, earlier in the day, spring is here, so I went for a walk. I made my walk center around getting lunch, which is always a great motivation.
I walked to buy grocery-store sushi — hasn’t made me sick yet (making sign of cross) and then ran to pick up a few things at Target.
Then back home to review copyedits for the rest of my workday.
Despite my rant, the copyeditor caught a few things that I’m truly grateful for, including a timeline discrepancy, and I learned a bit about a few different words. For instance, I didn’t know douche bag was two words! Or wineglass one!
When you work on copyedits your task it to accept or reject the changes he or she made. I accepted 99.99999 percent. I think I rejected maybe three things, including he or she trying to make superrelaxed one word (I’m not buying that one.)
I saved the timeline issue to tackle today, but was able to get through the rest of the copyedits and when I got to the end and found this little personal message from the copyeditor, it made all my earlier angst worth it:
“WOW!!! Quite a way to end a really good story. BRAVA!!! “
So, there’s that.
Writing: 2,500 words or three hours of revision
Walking: 1 mile
Writing: 3.5 hours of revision
Walking: 1 mile