The player to be named later

The player to be named later is on board, ready to practice the plays and counteract the estrogen swirls created when his older sister and cousin Meredith get together.
His name is Kieran James; he weighs 10 pounds 2 ounces and is 23 inches long. And he's a snuggler. Let's hope he's as placid as his other cousin Owen.
What a bundle of love!!
Mother and Dad appear to be doing very well.
We are thrilled to death!
Siochain

The high moments of editoring

okay, so last week [last blog entry] I spoke about the low points of being an editor. That galley, BTW, went to final production late last night. We shall have a release date by Thanksgiving, I hope.

so one of the high points happened a few minutes ago when i opened an email from an author who'd been rejected by another editor, with my blessing, several months back. The rejection letter was well written, supportive, and encouraging--something WRP takes serious. Long story short, the author is taking the editor's advice by lengthening the story into a rose length story. She's pleased with the treatment received by the editor and myself.

What a nice way to end the day, the week, the month, the year.
How was your day?
Siochain

The low moments of editoring

Probably the thing I loathe the most about being an editor is correcting galleys, over and over, until my teeth ache. I tend to rush when I'm tired. When I rush invariably I make mistakes, and that makes me nuts.

Recently a manuscript, IMO one of the best examples of the Last Rose of Summer, has been the cause of extreme bouts of agita--due to incompatibilities between the author's word processing program and mine. To the fault of no one, progress has become my worst nightmare.

It meant I had to read every sentence, several times to, among other problems, ensure quotation marks were present and curved in the correct direction, and consistent in appearance with the marks in the previous lines of dialogue. Ugh. Ick. Dreck. Ewwwyeew. Too awful for words. I thought I'd caught them all.
Not.

I discovered the "NOT" after I sent the galley to the author for her comments and changes. In most cases the author lists for changes are short.
This one went on for 38 pages. Count 'em, boys and girls, thirty-eight. No mistake, no exaggeration.
Most were relevant and responsible to the "readability" and overall clean, error free appearance of the book.
And, sadly, many of her comments regarded inserting quotation marks where there were none. Ugh. Ick. Dreck. Ewwwyeew. Shrieks, ranting, weeping and renting of clothes. Not a pretty sight.

But. . . finally, it is completed. A task that should have been finished in late summer now will go into final production by Thanksgiving.
Not fun. Not nice.
It's time for a nap.

Siochan