Welcome to My Wordy Life
For as long as I can remember, I've been besotted by words, in love with
the English language. My parents read to me (as I read to my son) practically
from the moment of my birth, and when I learned to read, I always received
books for Christmas and my birthday and had finished reading them within
the week. I still have some of my childhood books: old editions of
Grimms' Fairy Tales, Andrew Lang's fairy books,
The Wizard of Oz, all the Nancy Drew and Cherry Ames books. My mother
was a member of the Literary Guild and because she never got around to
sending the post cards back, I got to read her books, too. (I learned early
on how to climb up and get the ones on the top shelves.) She gave me her
official permission to read
Gone With the Wind when I was eleven. Boy, was that an eye-opener
for a naïve little girl! My parents also bought my brother and me
The Book of Knowledge; I read straight through all twenty volumes.
Yeah. I have been, as they say, bookish all my life. Today, of course,
I spend most of my time editing and writing.
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Notice the little witch! Because I didn’t want to rip off anyone’s art
and just use one of my 330 witches, I asked my brilliant daughter-in-law
to make me a witch. She—the witch, not Phish—is now sitting on the shelf
in my living room where you see her in the photo.
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Are you writing a book? Thinking about writing a book? Let me be your
editor. I've edited more than 250 books (both fiction and nonfiction),
academic documents (theses and dissertations), web site copy, articles,
technical proposals, screenplays, poetry, and things I don't even remember
anymore. As you explore this site, you can read excerpts from my nonfiction
books and some of my articles and poems. If you're thinking about writing,
send me an email and we can talk about how I can help you. I never charge
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not just copy and paste. As I have to explain from time to time to
an author whose work I'm editing, copying and pasting someone else's
copyrighted work without their permission is
plagiarism. Which is against the law. Which can get you an F in your
class. Which can get you prosecuted. It's usually easy to get permission
to reproduce someone else's copyrighted work:
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February 18, 2015
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After I finished last month’s blog, I began thinking about writing a story
about drones. Well, now I’ve done it. (But no Pratchettian Wee Free Men.
They’re inimitable.) Here’s my version of drones ’n’ things.
They were migrating, hives in the millions, flying en masse, drones without
number called by an ineffable voice. They didn’t quite realize they were
unitary as they set out with no certain idea of a destination. Their little,
whirring golden bodies blotted out the sun and cast a great moving shadow
on the lands below.
Except for one hive, several hundred little metallic creatures that got
lost behind the greater flock. They had no idea how it had happened, but
they were lost. They swerved and flew lower to surveil a green land where
short people with blue skins were planting tall flowers along a yellow
brick road. Not our story, the hive mind said. They kept going.