Behold! For now I wear the human pants! I have finished processing the editorial notes on Late Eclipses, gone through the book end-to-end to make sure everything still makes sense, and finished processing the corrections in Vixy's gloriously detailed machete file. Then I packed it a lunch and sent it off to play with the Machete Squad, who will doubtless hack it to hell before it gets to go back to The Editor for the final time.
The current book stats:
Pages, 369. Words, 107,372. Chapters, thirty-seven. Cans of DDP, oh, wow, I cannot tell you.
I'm finally happy with this book. It's in a very awkward position, because book four is sort of where you get to say "here's when shit gets real," and make people stop treating you like you're writing a trilogy (which I never was). It's a transition book, and it follows An Artificial Night, which is still my favorite in the series. But it's also better than I ever dreamt it would be, and I'm so thrilled to have watched it grow into something wonderful.
Awww, thanks. It was a gel pen I had handy. I wish it was the product of deep thought, but it was more a product of "What do I have that isn't black, blue, or red?"
The girl in question was a non-native English speaker. She spoke English extremely well, but her written English wasn't very polished yet. She was very smart and she cared about producing quality work. Anything I could do to make it easier for her was worth giving a shot.
She told me the sparkles made her happy, which helped counter the depression of getting yet another paper full of what she knew were very basic kinds of corrections.
The professor shrugged when she saw the papers and said "Whatever works."
ecstatic
July 27 2010, 03:02:56 UTC 7 years ago
The girl in question was a non-native English speaker. She spoke English extremely well, but her written English wasn't very polished yet. She was very smart and she cared about producing quality work. Anything I could do to make it easier for her was worth giving a shot.
She told me the sparkles made her happy, which helped counter the depression of getting yet another paper full of what she knew were very basic kinds of corrections.
The professor shrugged when she saw the papers and said "Whatever works."
July 28 2010, 17:50:41 UTC 7 years ago