The inadvertent joys of editing
When we write in the first glorious heat of creativity, we don’t (or shouldn’t) stop to measure our words.
Later we return to our work (if we’re wise) with the cold viewpoint of a bored and jaded reader, and re-evaluate all that hot and sometimes purple prose. But sometimes we miss things. Today’s gem from my editing pile is ‘he ran through the door and down the corridor, then remembered himself and returned to lock it.’
I wonder why he locked it? Anybody could get into the room through the hole he’d made in the door …
2 Comments
Tom Saunders
21st October 2006Good job he remembered himself, too.
kathryn
23rd October 2006Ha-ha!