Thursday, May 31, 2007

Copyedits reviewed and sent off

I have met pure evil. It is named the Chicago Manual of Style.

Chicago doesn't let me capitalize titles, like
Chief Officer
and Head of Section
and Director for Overseas Operations.
(The chief officer, head of section and director for overseas operations got together and bought a hatchet to chop the Chicago Manual of Style into tiny, writhing bits.)

Chicago doesn't let me put a hyphen in gray-green or blue-black or red-and-white striped.

Chicago puts double quotes around stuff I want to emphasize in a sentence so it looks like "this" instead of 'this'.


The Chicago Manual of Style is undiluted malice, unmitigated chaos, unrelieved confusion and stupid, stupid, stupid.
Forget global warming. What we need to fight is the Chicago Manual of Style.

In other news, I have completed the check on the copyedits and returned the marked-up manuscript to New York.
My soul is scarred with little, bitty, comma-shaped shrapnel.
But I will recover.
Someday, I will write again.

All that said, I was given wise and lovely copyedits for which I am grovellingly grateful,
(even if they did use the Chicago Manual of Style.)

Turns out I sent Grey to both Harrow and Eton. (Clever boy. Or possibly incorrigible boy.)
I had a dress change magically from green to blue.
I wrecked havoc. (palm forehead. I know better.)
And something struck like lightening.
(My fingers make this mistake. Generally I go back and catch it. Cripes. Make yourself look like a fool, jo. )

Thank you, master copyeditor, wherever you are.

I had to change my transAtlantic mishmash of spelling to straight American spelling, which is understandable, I suppose.
Sometimes I get puzzled. Why would American writers transmute vivid, traditional, instantly-comprehensible 'blood-red', into 'bloodred'?
What an ugly word. It looks like the past tense of 'to blodder'.

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
21,000 / 120,000

Wordwount of Jessamyn

Zokutou word meterZokutou word meter
31 / 123

Days to deadline


  1. The Chicago Manual of Style was not intended for fiction, I'm thinking. And who made it the boss?

    Here, have some virtual chocolate and some bandaids. Or is that band-aids? No, don't check. I don't want to know. Probably neither do you.

  2. Right. That's what I say. Lets get a better book.

    One that lets me capitalize whatever I want.

    grump, grump, grump