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Oct. 12th, 2003 04:01 pmI stayed up late playing Slash'em (my favorite Nethack varient), so I only got out of bed at 2:00 pm today.
My morning e-mail contained a letter from HB, with whom I collaborating on a book. The plan we had come up with was that when we wrote a first draft of any chapter, we would not attempt to get it right, but just to get it down. As a result, I sent him a truely awful draft of the intro for said book, and I got his editing of it this morning. Bleck. I essentially handed him a turd, and he polished it. The results are as esthetically pleasing as they sound. I'm going to have to have a talk with him sometime today and explain that my first-draft prose needs more of a rewrite than a polishing if the results are going to be acceptible. I sure hope its just a case that he was unwilling to make major changes in fear of bruising my ego, and not that he doesn't see what's wrong with the prose...
My morning e-mail contained a letter from HB, with whom I collaborating on a book. The plan we had come up with was that when we wrote a first draft of any chapter, we would not attempt to get it right, but just to get it down. As a result, I sent him a truely awful draft of the intro for said book, and I got his editing of it this morning. Bleck. I essentially handed him a turd, and he polished it. The results are as esthetically pleasing as they sound. I'm going to have to have a talk with him sometime today and explain that my first-draft prose needs more of a rewrite than a polishing if the results are going to be acceptible. I sure hope its just a case that he was unwilling to make major changes in fear of bruising my ego, and not that he doesn't see what's wrong with the prose...
