One of the worst parts of writing to me is finding a title. It should come naturally, flow from the work while at the same time be worthy enough to stand on its own.

 

This just plain sucks.

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My final draft is very different than the directions I started in. I’d like to thank my editors John Fabros, Cyndi Christopherson, and Regina Delaurentiis for their careful screening of a shoddy first draft. Each found errors that I alone could not see, because I offer myself the same courtesy as I do most textbooks– I read until my eyes glazed over, then skimmed.

Possibly the worst thing to have been said about it was:

“Terry, are you aware that you’ve used the word ‘dark’ ten times? How about ‘within’ about eight times?”

“… I did not know.”

 

Basically, when you revise and edit… you rarely ever go from start to finish. And apparently some phrases sound great! So each time I would use it… I would think to myself, this is fantastic! Why haven’t I tried to use this kind of description?

 

… boo. I had. I just forgot.
Lesson to be learned? PROOFREAD.

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“Look, Gail,” Roark got up, reached out, tore a thick branch off a tree, held it in both hands, one flat closed at each end; then, his wrists and knuckles tensed against the resistance, he bent the branch slowly into an arc. “Now I can make what I want of it: a bow, a spear, a cane, a railing. That’s the meaning of life.”

“Your strength?”

“Your work.”’

 

– The Fountainhead.

 

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