Editing

Jun 3, 2017 By Alison Leslie Gold in New Work 3 Comments

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My new book (to be published in UK in October 2017, and USA in March 2018) is presently undergoing the process of editing, proofreading, layout, subtitle-invention, copy editing, typesetting, font choosing, cover art decisions etc. etc. Back and forth between UK and me, Paris and me, UK and Paris, UK, Paris, me.

The enigma of editing

pull quote

visuals

Oxford commas

cream coloured text rather than white

‘Characters and Correspondents’

Dramatis Personae

typesetter

Prologue, not underlined

track changes

‘occasional pseudonyms’

second proofs

trial PDF

signing-offs hanging over to the other page

widows/orphans issue when there’s no room for sign-offs

text shifts

indexes

new format

cover visuals

PDF B

suggested edits

word-breaks

letters not justified

edits/corrections

uncorrected proof

trial3 PDF

small caps

smaller caps

red italic for fragments

pause for thought

more context

revised Epilogue

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Michelle
Jun 04, 2017 @ 07:09

….. and then to rest … M

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- Alison Leslie Gold
  Jun 18, 2017 @ 15:24
  
  Amen !!!
  
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Helle
Jun 10, 2017 @ 07:43

You’ve captured the drama of the process: the widows, the orphans, the hangings, the breaks and – perhaps most piteous of all – unjustified paragraphs. Can’t wait to see the finished product.

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