Its’ very late (4 am) and I’m very tired, having spent the day editing two scenarios for a roleplaying game, for a total of 15.000 words.
My brother helped me – we traded texts so that we would not suffer from “copy blindness”, but it’s been tough anyway.
And while I edited, I started thinking about some weird stuff going on in the heads of the people around here.
Last week a guy selling his services as an editor (in a rather unprofessional way – in my opinion, but that’s another matter) claimed many of his clients are not writers, but actually readers, in search of an approach to narrative which will allow them to understand if the book they are reading is worth their time.
Now, this idea is so mindboggingly stupid that I still want to believe it’s just a plain lie.
But just think about it for a second – people learning editing (which is something that requires long time and extensive practice, and there’s not two editors alike anyway) to be able to decide if they like what they are reading.
And yet, there is this feeling, a lot of readers out there are not reading anymore, but they wish to wrestle with the story, outwit the author, and probably show they are better than him.
As if it was a video game, in which you need to outwit the programmers in order win.
And yet, you don’t need to get adegree in programming to play Monkey Island and have fun.
- All The Things You Are- The Brubeck and Its Many Personnel Changes (raggywaltz.wordpress.com)
- Stuart’s Log: THE DAWN PATROL (1930) (thebadthebeautiful.wordpress.com)