Revising

Editing is Weird

That isn’t to say copyediting isn’t weird (I could tell you stories), but editing one’s own work brings up a variety of questions that one has to answer herself.

For example, yesterday I spent more time than I should have deciding whether the Ents should stay in my manuscript. (I also am unsure whether Ents is uppercase or lowercase, but that’s a job for the professional editor side of my brain.) The Ents appear right after I mention The Hobbit. A person might conjecture that Ents appear in The Hobbit. But it isn’t clear, and two of my non-Tolkein-reading friends stumbled at them.

How many times do I have to qualify my dog’s name with “the dog”? One might think she were a human (or a tree person). She thought she was a human. Do people remember dog names from chapter to chapter?

What is the name for paper that is lined like notebook paper, but has a vertical line a third of the way across the page rather than at the left margin? Does it have a name? What is it for?

When I asked my spouse about the paper, he said, “What do I look like, Google?” And I said, “You know a lot of random facts. I was hoping that was one of them.” Spouse fail.

What questions do you ask while editing? Do I have to introduce Ents?

Reading

What Should I Read Next?

It’s seven o’clock and my tutoring shift is winding down. My spouse has promised to pick me up at work and we’re going to try the new Chinese restaurant in town. His class schedule this semester has him waking up at 4:30 in order to beat the traffic, so by seven, he is falling asleep in his (delicious) plate of General Tso’s chicken.

I look at his thousand-yard stare as we wait for the bill. Last week he literally fell asleep at the table. I do the marital mathematics of balancing our wants and needs. He wants to go home and go to bed. I am not sure I have anything to read. Let me repeat that. In a house of ten-thousand books I have nothing to read next.

Panic ensues.

I could drive home by way of the library and leave him in the car while I go get some books. But I’d have to be quick and I don’t really know what I want to read next. I could take him home and then go back to the library. Nah, once I’m home I’m going to want to stay home.  Then—thank god—I remember Maria Mutch’s Know the Night. I have something to read, and Spouse can go to sleep without interruption. Happiness all around.

Then this morning, someone posted a review of Olivia Laing’s new book The Lonely City: Adventures in the Art of Being Alone, and I know what I’m reading next.

What are you reading next?