“Remember, it is no sign of weakness or defeat that your manuscript ends up in need of major surgery. This is a common occurrence in all writing, and among the best writers.”
- E.B. White, The Elements of Style
Phew, what a couple of weeks it’s been. I feel I am now officially overly-acquainted with the Harbour View galleys, just a tad too involved with every last comma, semi-colon, italicized passage, and typo. Making the odd word change is one thing, but if I read it one more time, I’ll likely start changing every otherword, with crosseyed certainty that I can justify every change. This would not be good; the poor folks at Quattro Books would begin tearing their hair out, then each other’s hair out, and then trying for mine at long-distance.
The timing couldn’t be better for wingdings. Editor J sent me my choice of nifty little scribbles to use as an alternative to the plain old * as a text break. They kind of remind me of Klingon script, and I love them all. After much agonizing I chose one, and Editor J sent me a sample to show me how it looks in the text. Fabulous, I’m happy to report: elegant and artistic and understated. I love the wingding.
The timing also couldn’t have been better for a certain piece of paper to come through the mail slot: my acceptance to Writing Camp! As I did this time last summer, in a few days I will hie myself off to The Big Smoke for a week of workshops, lectures, readings, and commingling with fellow word nerds with whom I can debate such things as split infinitives and the proper use of hopefully.
My class instructor will be – someone pinch me – Alistair MacLeod!
There are no words to describe my anticipation. Well, perhaps one.
(PS – I’ll be taking a break from the blog until I’m back from Writing Camp. Please feel free to visit my blog archive during my absence – that is, of course, unless Dear Reader also wants a break.)