My writing experiment has begun
Monday, 9 November 2015 07:49 pmI have many reclaimable 5-minute periods during my 9-5 that are perfect for (micro)editing fiction. Add in carpool/commute time assuming I also feel like editing then. That adds up to a lot of editing time.
Editing by phone in Google Docs appears to favor a certain style of editing. My space-limited phone screen causes me to dwell on each sentence, one at a time, and micro-edit for style: change a word, move a comma, delete a superfluous phrase, sharpen an image. And then reread a couple of sentences immediately above and below. Does it flow? If no, wash-rinse-repeat. If yes, move on.
While using my laptop to look at the bits I edited earlier via phone, I notice how I gravitated to shorter sentences. Crisp, clean, punch. Not certain what I think of this because it could become monotonous if I am not careful, but I suspect that the majority of readers read on phones, kindles, or tablets so... *shrug*
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Have been thinking about the stories that I queued into neatly organized GoogleDocs files. All have stuck with me over the years. My brain refuses to forget them and, trust me, I have forgotten most of stories that I have written (either stuck in draft hell or posted).
( Thinking about why certain kinds of fiction stick with me, and why other kinds fade )
Editing by phone in Google Docs appears to favor a certain style of editing. My space-limited phone screen causes me to dwell on each sentence, one at a time, and micro-edit for style: change a word, move a comma, delete a superfluous phrase, sharpen an image. And then reread a couple of sentences immediately above and below. Does it flow? If no, wash-rinse-repeat. If yes, move on.
While using my laptop to look at the bits I edited earlier via phone, I notice how I gravitated to shorter sentences. Crisp, clean, punch. Not certain what I think of this because it could become monotonous if I am not careful, but I suspect that the majority of readers read on phones, kindles, or tablets so... *shrug*
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Have been thinking about the stories that I queued into neatly organized GoogleDocs files. All have stuck with me over the years. My brain refuses to forget them and, trust me, I have forgotten most of stories that I have written (either stuck in draft hell or posted).
( Thinking about why certain kinds of fiction stick with me, and why other kinds fade )