Well, not me as such, but my blog...it's a year to the day since I posted my very first entry, which warned of the hidden perils of cooking with nutmeg (don't breathe it in or rub it in your eyes, EVER!). The past year has gone by incredibly quickly and I've enjoyed putting together this site and blogging so much - in the beginning it seemed so daunting, trying to come up with something interesting (this is subjective) to waffle on about every week or so, but now it's almost a habit, and I miss it terribly when I haven't been able to write for more than a week. I had also anticipated that my blog would have some semblance of professionalism about it, and feature well-researched and thoughtful articles, but for whatever reason that hasn't really happened. Instead it has transmogrified into a kind of stream of consciousness that is never quite sure what direction it's going in, or where it'll end up, but ah well (or tant pis, as the French probably wouldn't say). I guess it's found its own way in the world and who am I to argue with that?
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Well, I've made it to the end of Week 2 of my new job as a science publishing editor, and although I'm completely exhausted and I just see journal articles whenever I close my eyes, I'm enjoying it so much and can't believe I'm getting paid to do this work. There's a standardized training programme for new publishing editors in my workplace, and I've started off on proofreading. This takes place after the stages of peer review, acceptance, and editing, when the edited draft is sent to the author for final corrections and the author addresses any queries the editor may have had. We receive the corrected proof and incorporate the author's changes, finalise graphics and tables (for example, sometimes the typesetters might not have captured symbols correctly, and so on), make sure all supplementary data are present and correct, and publish the final product online.
For the past week or so I've been reading DW Wilson's collection of short stories 'Once You Break A Knuckle', and I'm just coming to the end of the book. Although each of the stories exists independently of the others, there are recurring characters, and all take place in the isolated Kootenay Valley in western Canada. What I've enjoyed most about this writing is the authenticity of the author's voice, and his ability to give us an insight into the motivations, hopes, dreams, and fears of the largely blue-collar, working-class male characters inhabiting this anthology. It feels like the author is describing his own home town, his own upbringing, and relating anecdotes from his own past. In addition, the characters, while simply drawn, are immensely sympathetic and I found their stories deeply moving.
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