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Road Trip, Day One-and-a-Half

The road in question here is, of course, the road to publication of Widow Woman. I’m aiming for within 30 days. The “1/2” is because technically, today is already Day 2, but I didn’t get much done yesterday, so I’m not counting it. It’s my party, I’ll lie–er, fudge–if I want to.

So where am I? Got the title page, copyright page, dedication, acknowledgements, and TOC completed and formatted and slogged through the first 8 chapters. Not as far as I’d hoped to get, but at least it’s forward progress.Ugh. Necessary evils suck.

Also made first contact with the designer I’d like to create my cover for me–shared my ideas with him and am greatly encouraged by his feedback. I toyed (briefly) with the idea of designing the cover myself, but a) completely lack any ability to translate visually what I see in my mind–duh, writer; and b) everything I’ve read stresses the importance, particularly for e-books, of an eye-catching and professional-looking cover.

I look at it this way: If I put an extra space or two somewhere in the formatting, you’ll bitch about it, maybe ridicule me to a few of your more supercilious friends (come on, fellow editors, we’ve all done it) but I think (hope), if you’re finding the story compelling enough, you’ll get over my egregious mistakes and keep reading. But–if you’re not grabbed by the cover, you’ll never even pick it up (or click on it)–it’s just too important a factor to trust it to my own mischief-prone hands.

That’s where I am! More updates to come–keep those comments coming!

P.S. Tomorrow, I’m dropping the “1/2”–it’s still my party and I can.

A rose by any other name…

Last month, I attended a meeting of a group of women writers I joined last fall. Our moderator (who also happens to be C., my editor) often brings interesting bits of industry news and great pieces of advice to our monthly meetings, and last month was no different. She had stumbled upon a web site devoted to book titles and suggested we visit it, for inspiration or a laugh, or, in my case, for cautionary examples.

 

As I was hell-bent on finishing the editing of my manuscript this month, I didn’t visit the site immediately, spending time instead with my new BFF Search and Replace (see last post). Well, the process went quickly, more quickly than I expected, and C. and I got to the point where we were ready to start talking about titles.

 

I’ve been working on this same manuscript for close to five years now, and it’s always had the same working title, but just because I kept it this long, doesn’t mean I was satisfied with it. So I asked C. for some input, which she graciously provided; I also toyed around with some new titles of my own. Ultimately, between the two of us, we came up with more than two dozen possible titles for my book. Egad! How am I supposed to make a rational decision with a list that long? I can’t even decide which pair of shoes to put on in the morning, some days!

 

So C. invited me to open my list up to our group for feedback. That was a tough thing for me to do—I’m still new to this supportive group feedback concept. I’m more familiar with the paradigm of submitting to professors, agents, and publishers and receiving in reply either the stony silence of utter rejection or a scathing retort indicating I should not quit my day job.

 

Imagine my surprise, then, when the group came up with not only a number of excellent title suggestions, but even went a step further to provide insightful, concise, and helpful feedback on the book pitch I’d shared with them as well. Each new message was a wonder.

 

Now, for those of you who have been following me from the beginning, you may recall my agreeing in earlier posts with writer Philip Roth, that writing should not be done by committee, but in this case, I feel I have really been missing something, and I am here to ‘fess up to it: Feedback is good. Feedback is not only good, it’s critical.

 

To be absolutely clear, I’m not referring here to the type of feedback you get from your best friend or your mother or the local librarian you bribed with a cup of coffee before sliding her your manuscript. I’m talking about skilled feedback from readers with critical eyes yet supportive touch; readers who can tell it like it is without breaking your heart in the process. Readers like my other new BFFs in my writers’ group.

 

So—the title. Have I decided yet? Nope. In the end, with all the feedback I received, I wound up with a handful of frontrunners and an additional 7 title suggestions. I have studied the list, narrowed it down to my top 3, and when I meet with my group this week, I plan on asking them for a straight vote. I’m hoping it will be less contentious than the GOP primary, but you never can tell—writers have strong opinions about everything.

 

I’m still shocked, however, that of all the things I’ve spent so much of the last few years writing, rewriting, and editing, it is the title that is causing me the most trouble.

 

In an effort to educate myself a bit more about good titles, I did go to the site our group leader recommended, and I’m glad I did, because there were some real doozies in there. Cooking with Pooh is my favorite from the list, an illustration of another important concept in writing, that of reading your work aloud to hear how it sounds.

 

All this focus on choosing the perfect title for my book brings to mind Shakespeare’s immortal lines, “What’s in a name? A rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” He’s right, it would, but I guarantee, if the rose were called “Pooh,” a lot of people out there would never give it a sniff to verify if that’s really true.

 Yep. No doubt about it, titles are important, and I hope to have one locked in soon.

Search and Refine: My New BFF

I confess: I’m a technophobe.

Or, perhaps more accurately, I’m techno-resistant, which frustrates my geek husband to no end, poor thing. Up until roughly three years ago, I’d never sent a text, I still did all of my writing longhand on legal pads, and I had no idea how to use a GPS. All right, I still don’t know how to use a GPS.

I used to resist out of fear that I would irreparably harm whatever gadget happened to be at hand by pressing the wrong button, because, as we all know, modern technology always comes with a well-camouflaged but easily-activated self-destruct button.

Now, however, I think I resist because even though, on a rational level, I know there are faster, easier (and cooler) ways to accomplish my goals through the skillful use of technology, spending the time to learn those skills really irritates the crap out of me. And then, by the time I’ve learned them, the technology has already morphed into yet another version, which I then have to learn all over again. I don’t want my phone to do 800 different things; I just want it to make my call, for cryin’ out loud.

Yeah. Not a geek. But I know I need to catch up with the rest of the 21st century, so I am trying, even if I’m ridiculously slow to adopt, which brings me to the subject of today’s post, my recent introduction to the Search and Refine feature in Word as an editing tool.

All right, all of you out there laughing at how backwards I am: off with you! I’m speaking to my people now, those who still fight the persistent fear that they can make their laptops explode just by pressing Ctrl + Alt + Delete one too many times. (You can’t, by the way. I checked it out.)

As you may remember from my last post, I recently started working with an editor, hereafter referred to as “C.” Just like “Q.” and “M.” in the Bond movies, she’s fun to work with but she uses fewer pyrotechnics. C. is helping me prepare my manuscript for publication this year. When I first met with her last spring, she recommended I read the book Write in Style, by Bobbie Christmas. I gamely purchased a copy, read the subtitle, “Using Your Word Processor and Other Techniques to Improve Your Writing,” and promptly buried the book under a stack of files on my desk. Word processor. Harumph.

The book remained buried until I sent C. my first 5 chapters. She inquired if I had used the Search and Replace feature on my manuscript yet, (referred to in said book). Of course I hadn’t; that would’ve involved learning what those other buttons on “the ribbon” do. [Who names these things, anyway?]

C., who probably had me pegged from the start as a techno-resistant arse, appealed to my practical side instead. She suggested that if I used that technique before having her make her first editing pass, it would save me money, since I wouldn’t be paying her to make all those refinements. Moved by her gesture of self-sacrifice, I plugged my nose and decided to give it a shot.

C. provided me with a list of overly used words that she regularly sees in her work, and I set out to search the first 5 chapters of my manuscript for those awful offenders. I was skeptical (after all, my work is perfect as is), but as I searched, and discovered, offender after offender, my attitude soon changed.

I found instance after instance of those pesky little words—words like “only,” “just,” and, the mother of all offenders with 224 appearances, “so.” In all fairness to me, however, the search did turn up “so” not only when it stood alone, but also when it appeared within other words and expressions, like “masochist,” “sophist,” and “son of a b—.”

My reactions as I searched and replaced veered from “Holy cow, what was I thinking when I wrote that?” to “What was I drinking then?” and, on at least one occasion, “Clearly, I wasn’t drinking enough!”

When I finally finished the process (and keep in mind, this was just the first 5 chapters), I was broken, a shell of my smug former self—and a true convert. When I read back over those 5 chapters, the difference shocked me. It wasn’t just better; it was radically, drastically better, and I felt like an idiot for not having used the feature sooner.

Thank you, Peanut Gallery, for not providing confirmation.

My point to all of this?  I have learned that technology is not the enemy.

Wait. No, I still kind of think that.

How about…the enemy and I have called a truce? My fellow techno-resistant lambs, if you don’t yet use the Search and Refine feature in your writing and editing, it’s a superb tool for showing you where every little weakness in your work is hiding. It can’t fix them for you, you still have to put in that work yourself, but it pinpoints them in a fast, easy way that makes the revision process so efficient, you wonder (as with most technology), how you survived before you discovered it.

So thanks, C., for the suggestion—I’m setting off on my next Search and Refine mission now with the next 5 chapters, and feeling like a Lean, Mean, Writing Machine.

Oh, wait—you’re right, I did gain some weight over the holiday. Guess I’ll have to settle for Mean Writing Machine now instead.

 

 

   

Sometimes you have to open that window yourself…

Well, it’s been a couple of weeks now, and I’ve moved on. This time around, I had a plan in mind already for things I would do in case it wasn’t grad school again this fall, and having a backup plan has made things a lot easier.

So what am I up to now? Well, on the novel front (which I am still working on, thank you very much), I’ve decided, at least for now, not to go with the mentoring press. Number one, it was much too expensive (at least, too expensive unless I win the grant I applied for–I’ll save that for another blog post), and number two, after having a small, trusted group of terrific readers vet it for me, I realized (again) that the book is just not ready yet.

That realization, I think, was more depressing than being rejected for grad school again, but I’m getting smarter about never jumping out of these metaphorical planes without a parachute firmly strapped to my back. I had a plan already in place–it’s time to see a doctor. Not a psychiatrist, though that probably wouldn’t hurt. No, I have met with a “book doctor,” because this physician just can’t heal herself (or her manuscript) at this point.

I was worried about going down that path–after all, I’m an editor, shouldn’t I be able to do this myself? Um, can a brain surgeon perform his own lobotomy? Helloooo! No, he can’t, and at this point, I know I need another (professional) set of eyes.

Any concerns I had turned out to be fleeting: in a single meeting with this editor, she was able to tease out the one tiny thread holding together a huge Gordian knot that’s been wreaking all kinds of havoc with this manuscript, and I am ready to set it on fire now (figuratively, not literally–are you nuts? It does need work, but I wouldn’t actually burn the darned thing)! What I really mean to say is that I am on fire, filled with renewed enthusiasm for my story, something that’s been missing for several months, so at least for the moment, I feel like I’m back on the right track.

Embarking on another revision is daunting, but I think this will be the one. No, I’m sure it will be, actually, because after I finish the revision, and my editor works it over to her satisfaction, I will declare that it IS DONE and then I plan to publish it as an e-book. I will definitely let you know when it goes live, but first, I’ve got some work to do, and I’m actually excited about it for the first time in months–a very good sign.

On the work side of things, I am giving my freelancing business face a makeover: Stretching my fledgling graphic design wings, I’m working on a new logo, corporate name, web site, getting everything all shiny and updated for a launch later this spring (good to know that tuition wasn’t wasted, at least), so keep your eyes posted for lots of updates about that.

I guess the real bottom line for today’s post is that a lot of doors slammed shut in my face over the past few weeks, and I wasn’t seeing any windows flying open, either. Just giving up and walking away might’ve been the easier (and perhaps saner) thing to do, but whoever realized their dreams by being sane and taking the easy route?

Never, never, never–aww, you know the rest.

It’s “give up.” The end of that quote from Winston Churchill. It’s “Never, never, never, never give up.” Easy for him to say, he was Winston Churchill.

As you might have surmised (and I predicted), the enduring silence from the university did, in fact, mean that I was not accepted again. Sigh. The timing of when I learned my fate (at least as far as grad school this year) was actually perfect, however: first, my favorite writers’ magazine was doing a whole issue this week on dealing with rejection; and second, my in-laws were coming for the weekend, leaving me an entire house to clean furiously and upon which I unloaded all of my terrible angst.

Once again, there was the standard “blah, blah, blah, lots of applicants, blah, blah, blah, stiff competition, blah, blah, blah, even those put on the waiting list had multiple offers from universities across the country, blah, blah, blah…” Good thing I’m not the bitter type.

So what’s next? Well, since Winston Churchill is, in fact, my hero (he is the king of the lovable curmudgeons, an archetype near and dear to my heart, as well as being the poster child for perseverance), don’t think this will make me give up. It did make me cry, but it won’t make me give up.

I am reaching out to a well-respected book doctor this week, to start working with someone objective to finally finish this manuscript once and for all (I hope); I’m attending a Writers’ Festival this weekend, where I will participate in several workshops about which I’m very excited; I’m receiving more nibbles and interest for various other writing and editing jobs, which is encouraging, although none has yet borne fruit; and I am contemplating launching (formally, anyway) my own editing and proofreading business.

So–I’ve picked myself up (again), dusted myself off (again), and I am ready to begin (again). As my hero said, “Success is not final; failure is not fatal; it is the courage to continue that counts.”

Just call me Captain Courageous. Thanks for listening.