Progress in the pandemic!

Made it to my desk by 8:38 A.M. - a new record! Heard from a friend who I am technically not supposed to be talking to, on account of history. Think Tom Cochrane’s song, “No Regrets”, and I will leave it at that. Props to her for being sensible in spite of our naughty past. We talk to each other now as if we are holding our breath sometimes. We are all too aware that sharing little fantasies with each other is rather distracting.

It is still slow-going on editing the anthology of bear fiction, but I am finding I am learning so much and this is the fun of the work for me. That, and finally getting to discuss my burning editing questions.

How do you consistently use em dashes? No spaces, either side.

i.e.: This is the way—which I really people understood—that em-dashes should be used all the time.

Is the word ‘king’ capitalized? Only when using a surname; otherwise it is lower-cased.

i.e.: “King Edward” versus “The king entered the room.” Exceptions to this rule include Duke which, ironically, is the title I bestowed on my publisher long ago.

i.e.: “May I introduce to my friend, the Duke? The Duke of Greenfield, Massachusetts.”

Onwards, upwards, and through.


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