Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Editing: My brain hurts already
A lot of people hate editing. For pantsers like myself, it's particularly challenging. Because half the time we don't even remember what's in there, let alone have any idea of what we should be tweaking, tightening, expanding, or just plain ripping to shreds. You know how in Nanowrimo they tell you to ignore your internal editor? I think mine died of neglect.
Anyway, here is a list of things I absolutely cannot do without when editing:
1. Pyjama Pants
Elastic waistband and stretchy material. Oh yes. I’m here for the long haul.
Socks, if it is winter. Fuzzy ones.
I can’t possibly work without my uber-depressing playlist “Music To Slash Your Wrists To”. Highlights include Beggar’s Prayer by Emiliana Torrini, Into My Arms by Nick Cave, and The Last Day on Earth by Kate Miller-Heidke.
My playlist is a depressant, but writing is a high, so it kind of balances out in the end.
Perhaps I wouldn’t need so much of this stimulant if my music wasn’t a depressant, but there you go!
4. Small breaks
Before I develop that thing you get on long plane trips.
5. The internet
So I can look up that thing you get on long plane trips. Deep vein thrombosis. See, the day's not wasted! I learned something!
Also, I need the internet so I can check Facebook every couple of minutes, play silly games, try to answer free personality tests in the persona of famous historical dictators, and generally distract myself from doing anything productive. I need two computers. One for work, and one for play. And the one for play needs to be broken.
Also, how come I’ve never been diagnosed with a Napoleon complex when I was pretending to be Napoleon the whole time?
6. My plastic Roman.
Lucius mightn't look like much, but he once slaughtered a whole village of barbarian Lego pirates, Dora the Explorer and a T-Rex before breakfast. He's that hard. Don't cross him.