Today I left work early went bouldering. I've always climbed with a lead-rope. This is just...different. Harder, as it's a lot more back-hanging climbing, and I'm more a chicken when I know I can just fall fall. But fun. I'll go again.
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I'm pretty much done with my book edits. Tomorrow I'm heading to the library to research what publishers I want to pitch it to.
Editing is not the greatest source of fun and joy.... I'm lucky to have my college mate here and a girl to break my heart - it basically was enough to get me to pledge myself away from the internet, and then my mate literally disables my internet when I break the rules. Self discipline. I have none.
I'm a compulsive organizer though. So after I edited it in one pass, I went back through and made an excel spreadsheet of the chapter names, pages, time periods, ages, locations, etc, and then colour coded it, and resorted the whole thing chronologically.
....And then I printed a new draft of the book, scrambled the chapters and re-read it in chronological order to edit for continuity.
And then I made a chapter by chapter summary with excerpts from the beginnings and endings of chapters so I could reorder them like a mix tape and test the transitions.
.....Soooo....obsession.
But I can now tell you that in total random happenstance the book is exactly 50% childhood through college and 50% post college. And also exactly 33% childhood, 33% college and world travels and 33% zombie death.
I have whole plans for marginalia-noted choose-your-own-adventures, so you can read through only for the sex or only for the zombies or what have you.
I've been obsessive.
It helps that I don't like people, so I am happy to spend my lunchbreaks editing and ignoring my coworkers.
One of my coworkers (a maintenence guy, about 20 years older than me) asked if the book had anything R-Rated. When I told him it was probably NC-17, he goes,
"Do you need me to read any of the sexy scenes? You know, to give a male opinion?"
I was leaving the room as I answered:
"I don't need a male opinion. There aren't any men in the sexy scenes."
I've had a handful of great exit lines at work this week.
Yesterday my coworker goes,
"Do you know the names of all the girls at starbucks? What's the name of the tall blonde?"
My response, as I got into an elevator without him,
"I don't remember her name, but I've taken naked pictures of her. Goodnight!!"
True story.
........
I'm pretty much done with my book edits. Tomorrow I'm heading to the library to research what publishers I want to pitch it to.
Editing is not the greatest source of fun and joy.... I'm lucky to have my college mate here and a girl to break my heart - it basically was enough to get me to pledge myself away from the internet, and then my mate literally disables my internet when I break the rules. Self discipline. I have none.
I'm a compulsive organizer though. So after I edited it in one pass, I went back through and made an excel spreadsheet of the chapter names, pages, time periods, ages, locations, etc, and then colour coded it, and resorted the whole thing chronologically.
....And then I printed a new draft of the book, scrambled the chapters and re-read it in chronological order to edit for continuity.
And then I made a chapter by chapter summary with excerpts from the beginnings and endings of chapters so I could reorder them like a mix tape and test the transitions.
.....Soooo....obsession.
But I can now tell you that in total random happenstance the book is exactly 50% childhood through college and 50% post college. And also exactly 33% childhood, 33% college and world travels and 33% zombie death.
I have whole plans for marginalia-noted choose-your-own-adventures, so you can read through only for the sex or only for the zombies or what have you.
I've been obsessive.
It helps that I don't like people, so I am happy to spend my lunchbreaks editing and ignoring my coworkers.
One of my coworkers (a maintenence guy, about 20 years older than me) asked if the book had anything R-Rated. When I told him it was probably NC-17, he goes,
"Do you need me to read any of the sexy scenes? You know, to give a male opinion?"
I was leaving the room as I answered:
"I don't need a male opinion. There aren't any men in the sexy scenes."
I've had a handful of great exit lines at work this week.
Yesterday my coworker goes,
"Do you know the names of all the girls at starbucks? What's the name of the tall blonde?"
My response, as I got into an elevator without him,
"I don't remember her name, but I've taken naked pictures of her. Goodnight!!"
True story.