Veggin’ in Virginia: Editing the Running in Silence Book With My Editor

Well, only veggin’ in the way that my editor Dean Robertson made us this fabulous veggie meal the second night I was in Virginia:

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And that I totally demolished it:

Mine is on the right #skillz

Because besides a few breaks to eat the deliciousness of veggies and salmon, and to play with her wonderful cat Isaac, my editor Dean Robertson and I were at our computers to read through the entire Running in Silence manuscript for final corrections. From Friday (when I woke up late and missed my flight to Virginia–the first time I’ve ever slept past my alarm, for goodness sakes!), until Sunday at 3pm, we were on that editing grind.

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We made it. We celebrated in the little victories of replacing words, cutting sentences, and even waving goodbye to a few paragraphs. Oh yes, and we admired the way we (well, Dean for the most part), rearranged words and sentences to make simple notes into music.

Isaac the cat takes great selfies with me

Since working with Dean, I have not only learned what words are my favorite to repeat in writing this book (“detriments”, “smirked”, “teammates”, and “felt” to name a few), but I’ve also learned how to become a better writer and editor myself. When we edited a few chapters on our own in silence, I couldn’t help but perk up when I told her how I had found another “felt” word and corrected it beautifully.

Running in Silence is now a completed book with questions and prompts throughout the pages, and worksheets for recovery in the appendix. Plus, to my surprise, it has a possible publication date for later this year.

I want to thank everyone for helping me to make this trip possible, and for all your encouragement and support. At this point, things are moving along well, and it’s time to do some real veggin’ out now–Dean and I deserve it.

“Smirk is a great word.” ~Dean Robertson

3 replies
  1. Dean Robertson
    Dean Robertson says:

    Because you are 24 years old, you still have enough strength left to write a blog post after the weekend. I barely made it home and am literally about to go to bed–because I am definitely and definitively NOT 24 years old. Isaac has passed out from sheer bliss.

    Tomorrow is another day :-)

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