I give my files quirky names.
I could be (should be) better organized, placing everything properly in labeled folders so that I could find things more easily, naming my files descriptively, deleting old versions, all of that. but instead, I name files whimsically, capriciously, and suffer the consequences later.
sometimes I remember what I did, and sometimes I don’t.
what brings this to mind is that I’ve been working on a synopsis for my latest manuscript. I hate working on synopses. verbosity is my friend; concision isn’t. yesterday I had to provide a 500 word synopsis for an agency: I began with my 978-word synopsis (which was labeled synopsis attempt 17) and started whittling. pain. agony. frustration.
I had to leave the table and then return. I printed out the 978-word version (which had been culled from a 3-page, 1200-word version) and took my precise-V fine-tip pen and struck through words and lines, squiggling out half a paragraph. then another sentence. two words. an “and,” the word “unbelievable.” I ate lunch. struck another clause. napped. returned, once again, to the table.
I had it down to 513 words after an hour’s diligent work had passed. sweat gathered on my brow. another chop, and then, who needs that sentence, voila, 497 words. which 3 could I re-add?
I saved that version as “synopsis attempt 18.” I may or may not remember that this is the 500-word version. perhaps I should rename it “synopsis attempt 18: 500 words.” that would be logical, possibly helpful in the future, definitely wise. but wordy. a more organized person would probably label this file “500 word synopsis” and call it good.
editing superfluousness is always a challenge.
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