Curious choices
I'm reading a proof of a story of mine. And it's a damn good thing that I am. I've been pushing this back and back and back on the calendar, having somehow missed that it says right in the e-mail this is due TOMORROW. So good job I wound up having time to do it tonight.
But this is what made me want to post: I've just changed something in the description of a kiss. Instead of "tasting the spice of the noodles," my protagonist is now "tasting ginger." And this isn't an aesthetic thing at all. It's a change necessitated by the fact that this story is in a universe I'm writing a novel about, and I've discovered some things about their cuisine since this story was accepted.
Lately I've been pondering how incredibly strange it is to be a writer. To make people up and get so damn excited about getting to know them. To fear that years down the line nitpickers would have a field day if I left that word "spice" in there, and that it would be the first question at every con I spoke at until the end of time unless it's changed to "ginger."
Yup. It suits me.
But this is what made me want to post: I've just changed something in the description of a kiss. Instead of "tasting the spice of the noodles," my protagonist is now "tasting ginger." And this isn't an aesthetic thing at all. It's a change necessitated by the fact that this story is in a universe I'm writing a novel about, and I've discovered some things about their cuisine since this story was accepted.
Lately I've been pondering how incredibly strange it is to be a writer. To make people up and get so damn excited about getting to know them. To fear that years down the line nitpickers would have a field day if I left that word "spice" in there, and that it would be the first question at every con I spoke at until the end of time unless it's changed to "ginger."
Yup. It suits me.