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Death to Editors!Yes, I am calling for an entire way of life to be summarily dismissed, to have all of the editors in this world drug out into the street and eradicated.
Well not exactly.
Yesterday I visited The Passive Voice, a blog about the publishing industry, and it had quoted a large section of an article written at Gawker.com. The article spoke against editors. Quickly I linked over and read the the article in full and with great vigor.
It connected with me as an editor myself (I’ve helped many friends in my time with their own work – but not professionally), but most importantly it connected to me as a writer (that didn’t believe he needed an editor yet was always made to think so).
No matter where in the world you are in writing and publishing, editors are seen as a must have. That assertion never sat well with me. It is as though someone says: “your work just isn’t good enough on your own.” I think that is bullshit.
I can agree on the pro-editor side for a few points:
A good editor would challenge the writer to constantly improve
A good editor can catch and help to correct most grammatical errors (as grammar education was always lacking throughout this writer’s life).
A good editor will ask the right questions to ensure the writer is making the right decisions with their piece.
(The challenge part is what I find most important.)
And for this we are expected to shell out considerable funds for where a good set of alpha and beta readers as well as strong disciplinary processes can easily suffice.  (And we cannot forget that we as writers should have some decent grammar skills to show at the first word.)  Particularly in fiction, the only goal is to get the reader to turn the page. While an editor may help to provide a smooth pavement with few potholes for the reader’s eyes to fall into, it does little for the scenery around the path or the destination.
But here we are in an era where if you don’t have an editor, you are almost shamed into non-importance.
“That work wasn’t edited! It MUST be trash!”
“Oh, he/she should’ve paid for an editor, I can’t see anything but errors!”
Let’s face it… I’ve read many “professionally edited” books where I would have stained the pages a deep red had I had my editing pen with me. As the Gawker article suggests, give an editor a previously buttoned-up, heavily edited article poised as a draft and they will happily find you errors.
And while doing a quick little search, not much about editors as a must have in writing is found in history beyond assembling anthologies.  Editors were there to ensure a cohesion of voice, not as a critical eye to bully us writers into submission plaguing off of what we already believe: that our work just isn’t good enough without them. They appear to have perpetuated a market virtually requiring their very existence.  You at least have to give them credit for that feat.
Maybe someday I will find someone I am willing to have as my full-time editor. For now, mostly since I am poor and cannot part with the monetary funds to secure one, I will pass on editors. Furthermore, I haven’t been convinced of their greater importance in writing. At least not yet. Though I did have one good experience, it still hasn’t solidified the need in my view. Just get yourself some good alpha and beta readers and some grammar lessons. Things will work out fine. Hell, the work might even feel more natural.
And no, this isn’t me saying my work is perfect as is, thank.you.very.much.
-No editors were harmed (or used… and god is that a terrible tragedy… this article could’ve been so much more interesting and well put together) in the writing of this article… but they are currently being hunted.

Death to Editors!

Yes, I am calling for an entire way of life to be summarily dismissed, to have all of the editors in this world drug out into the street and eradicated.

Well not exactly.

Yesterday I visited The Passive Voice, a blog about the publishing industry, and it had quoted a large section of an article written at Gawker.com. The article spoke against editors. Quickly I linked over and read the the article in full and with great vigor.

It connected with me as an editor myself (I’ve helped many friends in my time with their own work – but not professionally), but most importantly it connected to me as a writer (that didn’t believe he needed an editor yet was always made to think so).

No matter where in the world you are in writing and publishing, editors are seen as a must have. That assertion never sat well with me. It is as though someone says: “your work just isn’t good enough on your own.” I think that is bullshit.

I can agree on the pro-editor side for a few points:

  • A good editor would challenge the writer to constantly improve
  • A good editor can catch and help to correct most grammatical errors (as grammar education was always lacking throughout this writer’s life).
  • A good editor will ask the right questions to ensure the writer is making the right decisions with their piece.

(The challenge part is what I find most important.)

And for this we are expected to shell out considerable funds for where a good set of alpha and beta readers as well as strong disciplinary processes can easily suffice.  (And we cannot forget that we as writers should have some decent grammar skills to show at the first word.)  Particularly in fiction, the only goal is to get the reader to turn the page. While an editor may help to provide a smooth pavement with few potholes for the reader’s eyes to fall into, it does little for the scenery around the path or the destination.

But here we are in an era where if you don’t have an editor, you are almost shamed into non-importance.

“That work wasn’t edited! It MUST be trash!”

“Oh, he/she should’ve paid for an editor, I can’t see anything but errors!”

Let’s face it… I’ve read many “professionally edited” books where I would have stained the pages a deep red had I had my editing pen with me. As the Gawker article suggests, give an editor a previously buttoned-up, heavily edited article poised as a draft and they will happily find you errors.

And while doing a quick little search, not much about editors as a must have in writing is found in history beyond assembling anthologies.  Editors were there to ensure a cohesion of voice, not as a critical eye to bully us writers into submission plaguing off of what we already believe: that our work just isn’t good enough without them. They appear to have perpetuated a market virtually requiring their very existence.  You at least have to give them credit for that feat.

Maybe someday I will find someone I am willing to have as my full-time editor. For now, mostly since I am poor and cannot part with the monetary funds to secure one, I will pass on editors. Furthermore, I haven’t been convinced of their greater importance in writing. At least not yet. Though I did have one good experience, it still hasn’t solidified the need in my view. Just get yourself some good alpha and beta readers and some grammar lessons. Things will work out fine. Hell, the work might even feel more natural.

And no, this isn’t me saying my work is perfect as is, thank.you.very.much.

-No editors were harmed (or used… and god is that a terrible tragedy… this article could’ve been so much more interesting and well put together) in the writing of this article… but they are currently being hunted.

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Sending Social Networks AwayA couple of months ago I found a new blogger who decided it was time she went on a social network strike. Though I agreed with the principle of the decision, I didn’t foresee any reason for myself to partake in the same endeavor.  This was despite my having written previously regarding social networks being evil. They are distracting and unfulfilling though they can be used for good.  I have been using them as a distraction.
So I have finally decided that I am taking part in that endeavor and jumping off of them… at least for now.
What I should be doing to distract myself is spending time with my family and writing. Working on marketing plans, website design, drawing, cover designs, and the like are all other things I can and should be doing to occupy my time.
In the spirit of trying to more forcibly send myself in those directions, I removed the apps associated with all of my accounts so that I cannot visit them via my phone.  The computer will be more of a personal battle, but I am ready.
I assure you that this isn’t some pretentious decision where I am trying to become some superior person because I don’t use social networks.  This is temporary. Once I get past this stage, I’ll go back on, but in a more controlled capacity.
You’ll continue to see updates on a few networks during this time. My site is connected to my accounts, so when I post, it’ll transfer to them. But be assured, that isn’t me relenting yet.
Wish me luck.

Sending Social Networks Away

A couple of months ago I found a new blogger who decided it was time she went on a social network strike. Though I agreed with the principle of the decision, I didn’t foresee any reason for myself to partake in the same endeavor.  This was despite my having written previously regarding social networks being evil. They are distracting and unfulfilling though they can be used for good.  I have been using them as a distraction.

So I have finally decided that I am taking part in that endeavor and jumping off of them… at least for now.

What I should be doing to distract myself is spending time with my family and writing. Working on marketing plans, website design, drawing, cover designs, and the like are all other things I can and should be doing to occupy my time.

In the spirit of trying to more forcibly send myself in those directions, I removed the apps associated with all of my accounts so that I cannot visit them via my phone.  The computer will be more of a personal battle, but I am ready.

I assure you that this isn’t some pretentious decision where I am trying to become some superior person because I don’t use social networks.  This is temporary. Once I get past this stage, I’ll go back on, but in a more controlled capacity.

You’ll continue to see updates on a few networks during this time. My site is connected to my accounts, so when I post, it’ll transfer to them. But be assured, that isn’t me relenting yet.

Wish me luck.

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elespermatozoidemesozoico:

Tyrannosaurus rex skeleton in the AMNH in New York.
And also the skulls of a T-rex and an Albertosaurus, another tyrannosaurid.
As you probably realize, this is next to the Allosaurus skeleton and in front of the Apatosaurus one.

Un Tiranosaurio Rex en el Museo Americano de Historia Natural.
Con él los cráneos de otro T-rex y un Albertosaurus, otro tiranosáurido.
Como quizás hayan notado, esta exhibición está al lado del esqueleto de Allosaurus y en frente del Apatosaurus.

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ras-al-ghul-is-dead:

A silent protest in Love Park, downtown Philadelphia orchestrated by performance artists protesting the murder of Michael Brown in Ferguson. The onslaught of passerby’s  wanting to take photos with the statue exemplifies the disconnect in American society.  Simply frame out the dead body, and it doesn’t exist.  

Here are some observations by one of the artists involved in the event:

I don’t know who any of these folks are.

They were tourists I presume.

But I heard most of what everything they said. A few lines in particular stood out. There’s one guy not featured in the photos. His friends were trying to get him to join the picture but he couldn’t take his eyes off the body.

"Something about this doesn’t feel right. I’m going to sit this one out, guys." "Com’on man… he’s already dead."

(Laughs.)

There were a billion little quips I heard today. Some broke my heart. Some restored my faith in humanity. There was an older white couple who wanted to take a picture under the statue.

The older gentleman: “Why do they have to always have to shove their politics down our throats.” Older woman: “They’re black kids, honey. They don’t have anything better to do.”

One woman even stepped over the body to get her picture. But as luck would have it the wind blew the caution tape and it got tangle around her foot. She had to stop and take the tape off. She still took her photo.

There was a guy who yelled at us… “We need more dead like them. Yay for the white man!”

"One young guy just cried and then gave me a hug and said ‘thank you. It’s nice to know SOMEBODY sees me.’

I’m sick of white people!! IM FUCKING SICK OF THEM!!!

wow


The things that people were saying sicken me but I do have to point out that the people who were saying stuff are people, that’s the disgustingness of some parts of humanity in general, the skin color of these people shouldn’t be focused on in this what should be focused on is that any humans at all feel like it’s okay to say and do this stuff.

Please shut up like you’re literally apart of the problem.

Look at this blatant disregard for black life though, I keep saying it, our lives are not real to them, merely entertainment to tap into.

this makes me ashamed to be from Philly.