Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Digital Publishing Does Not Equal Sub-par Quality

A lot of what I do involves editing works from my clients. If the work is not clean when I get it, I have no qualms about sending it back to them for a quick polish and reserve line editing manuscripts to those works I know need just a little extra push to make them submission-worthy. After all, I don’t want my name or my client’s name attached to a sub-par manuscript. Sometimes, editing takes a little longer than my client is willing to wait. Believe me, it’s worth the wait!

Now, I’m going to say something here some folks may not like but… *shrugs* It’s the truth.

Digital Publishing does not equal sub-par quality publishing any more than Traditional Publishing equals quality publishing. I’ve read crappy books in both and even more in the Self Publishing arena but I’ve also read some fantastic gems as well. Just because your digital publisher can publish your work in less than 12 months (in some instances) it does not mean the quality of the work published has to suffer. The story has to be good. Period. If your agent, critique partner, editor say “it’s not ready”, don’t take it as an affront. Gird those loins with a bigger set of draw’rs and clean up the work. We’re doing it for your own good… and for our own as well.

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

The Aging Process


This weekend I realized I'm crossing another milestone in my life. I'm approaching the middle-aged years and while these may seem scary years for some, I welcome this new stage in my life as I have every other stage I've come across. As a child, I couldn't wait to grow up and every year, I'm more excited about the coming experiences. I even get excited when new white hair sprout on my head. I don't dye my hair and don't plan to. I look forward to the day I have the crown of white hair my grandmother had. I'm not eager to be a grandmother and my children are well-aware of this fact but I don't fear aging. I truly welcome it.

Christmas 2009
The thing about aging is... others age just as fast. This weekend, for the first time, I noticed how much my parents have truly aged. They're 61 and both look fantastic and have always looked young, not just to me but to others too. When people would look at pictures of my father, they couldn't believe he was in his fifties in the photos. Yesterday, he came over to take my daughter with him to the shooting range and for the first time, I realized... he's old. It wasn't just what he was wearing, he's starting to thin out in places like his legs and arms. Arms and legs that have done martial arts for 45 years shouldn't start to look frail, should they? My brain tells my heart to stop being melodramatic and accept that aging is a part of life but seeing it in my parents... it's tougher than I thought it would be.

Mom & I, 1974
Then last night, after coming home from the ER with daughter who slammed her fingers in the garage door, I stopped in to check on my mom (my parents live next door to me) and she was anxious. Wringing her hands and just worried, not just about her granddaughter but because she cracked the stovetop after leaving a burner on, she didn't remember turning on. She's been having these little episodes where she forgets things and I know her mind takes her to seeing her own parents' and mother-in-law long road with Alzheimer's. I don't think she's getting senile yet but seeing that fear in her eyes... it was rough.

I'm now becoming the parent... already am to my children and now moving into that role for my own parents.

Monday, September 5, 2011

The Weekend Update

Talk about having a day full of anything and everything.

I've had to get on the kids and husband about cleaning and keeping up with their chores. This weekend, I made sure to lead by example. This weekend, I washed 10 loads of laundry, cleared out mine and hubby's closets and dresser, cleaned my bathroom, kitchen and made dinner three nights. I didn't get any of the reading I wanted to get done but still managed to submit 2 manuscripts and talk 2 authors down. Did I mention my sister also came over for dinner? Yeah, lots done! Was awesome!

Today, I slept in for a bit and decided to just manage email for the agency but devote rest of the day to really relaxing. Unfortunately, my kids and my knee thought otherwise. The kids woke coughing and sneezing and i had mild body aches--summer cold. Nooooo! Gave everyone some cough meds and sat down to work with my coffee and bowl of cereal. Around noon, Hubby woke and went to the store to pick up some sandwich stuff. As I went to stand up from the table after lunch, I turned one way while my knee turned the other. I haven't twisted my knee like this in a year so the pain felt stronger than I remember it.

A few hours later, as hubby left for work, daughter went to close the garage door and the door fell on her hands. She came in crying out in that silent scream babies do when they're really hurt and the pain chokes the sound out of their scream. I thought she'd broken her hands. Quick trip to Centra Care found she just had contusions in 2 of the fingers on her left hand which a splint helped. She's excused from physical activity until Friday but she's upset because this week is the try-out for the ROTC drill team and she may not be able to twirl the rifle correctly with her left hand.

So... That's the highlights of my weekend. Back to work tomorrow so I suppose I should get to bed.