What follows is a telling (no, retelling) / Of error forced by ego (built by spelling, / Grammar, diction, and nice punctuation) / Of premature relief and exaltation / Of man — of boy — of child — of wond'rous pain / An Intern who made edits all in vain.
What follows is a telling (no, retelling) / Of error forced by ego (built by spelling, / Grammar, diction, and nice punctuation) / Of premature relief and exaltation / Of man — of boy — of child — of wond'rous pain / An Intern who made edits all in vain.
I stare at the page, increasingly aware of the mounting pressure. Furtively glancing side to side, I attempt to logically deduce a solution, anxiously scouring my memories for a precedent.
I stare at the page, increasingly aware of the mounting pressure. Furtively glancing side to side, I attempt to logically deduce a solution, anxiously scouring my memories for a precedent.
Of course, I don’t tell him that copy editing just feels intrinsically satisfying. I don’t tell him that it allows me some miniscule amount of order and linear progression as I come to terms with the notion that I, as a freshman, can only pretend to have plans for my own future.
Of course, I don’t tell him that copy editing just feels intrinsically satisfying. I don’t tell him that it allows me some miniscule amount of order and linear progression as I come to terms with the notion that I, as a freshman, can only pretend to have plans for my own future.
The more involved I get in copy editing, the more absorbed I get in the actual rules of real grammar. When I write weird dialogue or add that extra hyphen, I end up throwing myself off more than the reader.
The more involved I get in copy editing, the more absorbed I get in the actual rules of real grammar. When I write weird dialogue or add that extra hyphen, I end up throwing myself off more than the reader.