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Echoes and Mirrors» Blog Archive » Editing

Editing

There is this very moment when you realize that, click, I don’t like editing but I have to do it. Have you ever tried to shave a 500 word flash fiction into 300 words while increasing it’s literary virtue? It’s not something easily accomplished.

At the moment, I have three different short stories that are all hovering around 7k words that need to be finished, but as I look at them, also need some massive trimming. Then I need to proofread. A lot. I have actually considered paying to have a copy-editor make my ramblings coherent. While at the same time, I have two or three pieces that are only 1k words in length (roughly, give or take 150 words, probably) that I think could run up to 4k-5k. It’s just getting the goddamn narrative to stay clear, defined, concise. The trick is to do it without being drawn out, hung from a noose to stretch. And I can copy-edit the fuck out of somebody else’s work with no problem. I just look at mine and criticize it, trying to force myself into depression.

In other news, I’m accepting prose, fiction and creative non-fiction for issue 4 of Hobson’s Choice; there is currently no deadline as I have no idea when I’ll be patching it together with my new schedule.

School seems okay so far. One day down, fifteen weeks to go. PoliSci is going to be a breeze. English might be a little too stuffy for me (I’ve never been one for crazily-formatted essays). Who knows about math & history. Those never were my favorites, but I always did fine in them before.

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