I'm reading the Compound, pretending that it was written by somebody else. I have to remember to do this some place where pens and paper don't go, because the urge to edit is strong in this one. I keep finding typos or repetition, or phrases that old Elimy liked and new Elimy can't stand. And there is a strong lack of continuity in the book, most of it stemming from chapter one.
Chapter one exposes me as a fraud, so it's going to be the hardest to fix. I have to make it seem like I know what I am talking about. Chapter two is not so bad (at least that is what I tell myself to keep myself from crying) and if I can make the whole book around about the same quality then I will be really pleased with myself. In fact, as I write this, I'm quite keen to rewrite the first chapter based on a half a page I did when I was a-researching. But everything at it's proper time. This is the order of work in which I am partaking (what's with the olde timey speak E?):
Rewrite chapters which verily suck
Edit for continuity
Find a real editor who is not me?
I'm also quite keen on the idea of waiting until I get feedback on my first three chapters from a woman who ran a program that i participated in in 2008 but I can't guarantee that will reach me in time. So here's to my own good judgement.
Ok, so I'm going to go back to reading, maybe on the balcony because there are definitely no pens up there.
Oh and maybe you're asking about the gnomes? Why gnomes? Gnome-body knows.
Puns are wicked. In the medieval sense of the word, not the present day jargon.
** N.B. for about a month, this blog had a garden gnome theme. The subtitle read "Adventures of a Little Gnome Writer." I have more recently regained my sanity and the gnomes are now gone.