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.
- Current Location:Providence, RI
- Current Mood:baffled
- Current Music:The Temper Trap, "Sweet Disposition"
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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)
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