As I've mentioned in every single post I've done so far this year, I'm in editing mode. This post won't be any different. (Sorry.)
The good news for you, gentle readers, is that I'm down to the last ten chapters, so it won't be long now before you'll get to stop reading editing-themed posts. Of course, they'll likely be replaced by oh-my-god-the-beta-readers-have-my-book freak-outs, but I'm sure that will be fun for you, too.
Anyway, let's get to editing. Or, more specifically, my specific editing-related quirks,
(And for those of you keeping score at home, I'm now on my second red pen and highlighter.)
I need noise when I work. I can't sit in a quiet room and get any work done. If I'm sitting in that quiet room, I'm looking around for something to make noise. The noise, for whatever reason, helps me settle and helps me focus.
This is something that The Man cannot understand. He would be the polar opposite of me, requiring quiet for those things requiring one's concentration. So he marvels at me when I'm sitting on the floor in the living room, my manuscript on the coffee table and Gilmore Girls playing on the TV.
But then The Man also marvels when I pack up and leave the room because he's talking on the phone, or doing a Duolingo lesson within earshot. Yesterday, I worked in the living room until The Man started to do the dishes. The water was too loud, so I went to work on the screened porch until the neighbors started screaming at each other again, then came inside and worked in the living room (The Man promised to be quiet) until the washing machine was making too much noise for me, so I packed up yet again and went to work on a side table in my office, the door closed to outside noise, but music playing in the background.
It turns out that I have specific needs when it comes to noise. I know it's weird—the whole damn thing is weird—but I do. Here—because I know you care so so much—are my editing noise requirements:
—Any and all music must be instrumental. If there are words, I'll be focused on them and not the words I wrote, which means my story-specific soundtracks are out of the question. When editing, I usually rely upon the Lord of the Rings or Game of Thrones soundtracks. But there are, of course, others. Yesterday, I created a Game of Thrones station on Pandora and listened to that.
—Any TV shows must be ones with which I am so familiar that I don't have to pay attention to the dialogue. Such series include the aforementioned Gilmore Girls, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and Veronica Mars. Firefly, sadly, doesn't make the list because—although I know the show so well I could recite the whole damn series—every time it's on, I can't focus on anything else other than how much I love it, and how angry I am at Fox for cancelling it. (Seriously, Fox—some wounds never heal.) I can't do any show that has a laugh track—that's way too distracting. Occasionally, I can listen to the Red Sox game—but never the Patriots. When my beloved Pats are on, I am always standing in front of the TV screaming obscenities at it, but that may be another post for another day.
But since that day is not today, I'm going to sign off now. Those last ten chapters are calling my name. Hope you enjoyed this inside peek in the madness that is my mind.
How about you? Do you prefer noise or silence when writing/editing/revising? Have any soundtrack recommendations for me?
Happy Monday, all!