Sunday, August 21, 2005
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i) go through them with a fine tooth comb, cutting out unnecessary words. Down to 4 pages of text. Still huge, but not terrifyingly so. Remember, this started off at 12 pages. Am v. proud of self.Seriously, this is teaching me heaps. I think I'll become an editor when I grow up (if ever). Bryce Courtenay should employ me. Did you SEE his last book? And that bloody Australian Story one? "Take the spoon out of the sink". Once is funny and quirky. Twice is reinforcing. Thirty times is sack-the-frigging-editor-time. I'm starting to think he's being paid by the pound. Not GBP, lb.
Meanwhile, I think I've discovered my one and only talent: writing to a targeted audience. This blog isn't a good example since I still haven't decided who I'm writing to, but yeah, my one sole gift. It was useful in school, since all you have to do is know what the teacher wants. Tulk- quirky and edgy. Sheil- emotional. Hall- intelligent. Got me to New Caledonia too. The topic was Victor Hugo- wrote a completely clichéd "I had to do an assignment on VH and fell asleep and omg, I met him in my dream, and omg, when I woke up it was TRUE" which I'd probably get a C for in English, but I guess all the other entrants wrote shit along the lines of "VH was born in 18whatever. He was the son of a fishermonger and a prostitute. He wrote eighteen books." (* all made up, btw, since obviously I didn't actually do any research for this). So: French embassy- any signs of creativity at all. With this latest thing, I've learnt Covert Bootlicking. It comprises Extreme Honesty, a bit of Offbeat Humour, a sprinkle of Frankness, a dose of Sincerity and a Shitload of Apologising. I can figure people, man. Well, most anyway. Those that I can't, I stay away from. Cos who wants to be sussed, right.
Rambling? Rambling. Bed.
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