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It's going to be hot in here today. Currently, it's sunny and 85˚F outside. In the middle parlour, it's already 81˚F. We should probably head for the library or somewhere else that's cool, but work may make that impossible.

You wouldn't believe that someone could proofread a six-hundred page collection and then forget they'd done it, but I did. I actually proofed Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea way back in December, while I was in Woodstock (the first time). On January 23rd, I sent all the corrected pages to subpress*. And then I forgot that I'd done it. On the one hand, well, that's a huge relief. On the other hand, what the fuck?

Yesterday I pretty much finished proofreading Agents of Dreamland. Which isn't the same as genuinely being finished, but it's close.

From Facebook: No one yet knows for sure if the end of the third season of Defiance was the end of the series, but if it was, it's a beautiful, sad, sweet, perfect ending.

~ and ~

What makes proofreading such a nightmare for me is that when I say proofreading what I actually mean is a sort of tedious sentence-level micro-revision. I consumes vast amounts of time, and it can't be done by anyone but me.

TTFN,
Aunt Beast

* At a cost of $42.

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Eric Cantwell
Sep. 2nd, 2015 05:52 am (UTC)
"What makes proofreading such a nightmare for me is that when I say proofreading what I actually mean is a sort of tedious sentence-level micro-revision. I consumes vast amounts of time, and it can't be done by anyone but me."

This is how I feel about doing shading in my comic book art, and for my style it has to be done. Every so often I'm tempted to just leave my pencils as line work only, and let the colorist deal with the shading effects (as most comic artists do because it's so much quicker), but then I can't do it. It kills me! Yet the tediousness of the process feels like such a chore because the core of the image is already there.

Edited at 2015-09-02 05:55 am (UTC)
esanko
Sep. 4th, 2015 04:30 am (UTC)
Food
"Sentence-level micro-revision", plus your apparent brain damage. Memory lapses. Good luck with that. Seriously, good luck with the screenplay, that is insanely cool. You are writing it. You.

My favorite barbecue... Hmm... I don't know the name, it was in existence for a brief time in East Denver, 9 years ago, doors were shuttered for tax evasion, which sucked horribly because it was the Food Of The Gods. True Dry rubbed Ribs, sauce does not ever touch them unless you add it. Smoky carnivore PERFECTLY cooked goodness. Collared greens cooked in Pork fat. With chunks of pork fat. And hot vinegar. The first time I went there I was greeted warmly by a smiling 5'2" 285 lb black woman. I was in the right fucking place. While I was waiting for my order she brought me out a free sample of their Alligator tail with hot peppers. That. Was. Food.
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