Editors & (Crushed) Egos

A week spent reviewing my copy editor’s suggestions reminded me how painful — and valuable — editing can be for a writer.

I feel for writers who haven’t been edited hundreds and hundreds of times, as I was during my journalism career. Those 20-plus years of daily edits grew quite a rhino hide over my tender ego.

I can still recall the pain of those blue pencil marks — my perfect prose slashed by a heartless editor who may have given my story a five-minute read. ( Before the advent of red and blue underlined Track Changes in MS Word or its equivalent, we used blue pencils on buff copy paper.)
blue pencil art

Old fashioned blue-pencil editing

But, my old copy editor would say, ‘It’s about the reader, dummy.’

It was — and is.

So when I opened the copy-edited files of my forthcoming memoir*, I viewed the tracked changes with more interest than dismay.

These marks were going to make the book better, the reader’s job easier, and me look brighter.

Just for the record, the manuscript runs 77,600 words over 330 pages. The edits: Only 1,686. That’s only five edits per page. And most of those were Oxford commas, a new thing for me.

So, on behalf of my readers who are spared those five mistakes per page, I say thank you, Sylvia, for the great editing job.

* Much more about that later, but it’s called “HIDDEN WAR: A Memoir of America’s Secret Crusade in Laos.”

Copy Editor Misnomer

Having bought into the Oxford comma, I now think of my copy editor as a comma editor.

Random Thought While Writing: Word Counts

You can’t edit a blank page. – Jodi Picoult

Twenty-one months into this odd journey, I still write like a journalist. I slap down the words, do a little research, follow up with a little reporting, keep an eye on the clock and aim for the word count.

It’s high pressure, volume-oriented work, and I’m still trying to learn how to enjoy this. It’s supposed to be fun, right, because it sure as hell doesn’t pay anything. (Note to self: Writing fiction is a lot like journalism.)

Lesson 1: Don’t obsess about the word count. (This is a journalism thing, writing to exact word counts or inches of column space.)

I can’t just sit and write. I’m a multi-tasker. But I think it doesn’t matter as long as I produce some words every time I sit down expecting to.

And of course I have to force myself to sit down regularly.

Lesson #2: Worry about word count. You have to finish the damned thing so you can start another, or go back and revise an earlier manuscript.

For the first 10,000 to 20,000 words, I worry about how I will ever reach 75,000. Around 20,000 words, I wonder how I will ever stop.

What a long, strange road it’s been. – “Truckin’,” The Grateful Dead