Monthly Archives: August 2012

Weeding Through the Weeds – Dirt in the Mouth

My initial alarm at homecoming to the sight of weeds approaching my waist (and sadly this is not a first for me) has abated as I contemplate the parallels between my current editing efforts – and in every respect – I still have plenty of weeding to do. This is what happens when you are:
A) Away all summer &
B) Not a gardener.

These are before pictures of the ‘garden’. I haven’t the heart to add ‘during’ pics, as it’s a work of considerable magnitude! Despite hiring an able-bodied young one from Rent-a-Son, diving in myself (getting a few clod-fulls of dirt in the mouth for my efforts), and my husband’s many hours at it, the weeding of the garden is far from finished. Perhaps I’ll put the during and after photos up when all’s done.

It might be harder to photographically document my weeding work on the editing front, but I will endeavor to do that too. The current approach – going from a written copy down to more cue cards, will, I hope, help me to cut more content on a larger scale.

The original manuscript was 507 pages. It went down to 474, and is now in the 440’s range. Still more weeding required. Hopefully all that pulling won’t leave too much more dirt in the mouth.

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Timely Reckoning

I have big plans of writing in detail about the 3 Incredible Writing Conferences/Workshops/Retreats I attended this summer, but right now, it seems appropriate to show you what I was just served…very fitting, considering I was editing p. 430 of 474, and I’ve been at this manuscript since Time Immemorial.

Thanks, Becks Beer for acknowledging the many hours this labour of love has taken and will continue to take! (Becks has a limited edition of ‘artistic’ labels – this one finding me just now was fortuitous happenstance!)


Fifth Anniversary – Happy Memories

We waited until we had been together for 10 years to get married – but I think we knew pretty quickly. Two Canadians meet in an Irish pub in Tokyo (Paddy Foley’s in Roppongi, in case you’re wondering) – that’s a ‘meet cute’ if ever there was one. First remembered conversation:

Him: “Will you marry me?”
Me: “What’s your name again?”

Despite plenty of unconventional twists, it’s all worked out remarkably well.
Newfoundland wedding was a week-long party. We still haven’t been back to Tokyo…
Must get that trip in the works.