Dear me. How perspectives change.
A quick follow-up on my decision to pull from the market a story I’ve been shopping around.
When I started going over it, for no other reason than to reformat it for the web, I found that this story, one that I had edited and re-edited, sent to researchers for fact-checking, and passed to my Beta Readers for feedback, this story that, a year ago, I felt was suitable for publication, really needs another round of edits.
And it’s not just that I don’t like this phrase or I’d say that a little differently. There are errors of continuity, spotty problems with past perfect and past conditional verb tenses, and even (shudder!) a typo (only one, but still…yeesh!)
So, grasshopper, remember today’s lesson well:
It’s never as good as you think it is.
k
I’m not telling you anything new when I say that the publishing industry has changed a great deal in the last twenty years. However, throughout these decades of upheaval, there are two things I’ve observed that have remained pretty damned consistent:
Miss me? Did you even notice I was gone? Hehe…Probably not.
This week one of my high school teachers passed away. Reminiscing about our relationship got me thinking about the nature of teaching. It’s a very nebulous and squirmy thing, teaching is.
It’s a rule I have: Never take food from a guy who talks to himself.
Kurt R.A. Giambastiani 