Behind every good writer

I am the type of person who reminds her friends constantly that she loves them a lot. The obvious and common reason is that I’m very glad they’re in my life; they’re fantastic people. The other reason I do it is because most of my friends are one of two types of people: 1) journalists or 2) people who are brilliant but can’t write an essay or report for the life of them and definitely need a second pair of eyes to make sure all the ideas come across clearly. Both kinds of people end up on the receiving end, either intentionally or unintentionally, of me editing something for them.

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A different kind of math

Surprisingly — to me at least — there are a couple of things in math I’m actually good at. Logs and algebra in particular were actually enjoyable for me, though there were other units, like circle geometry, that confused the heck out of me.

I understand though why some people like math — there’s always a set formula, there’s always a right answer. On that note, I also really liked chemistry, though the moment a friend turned to me during a spare period and said, “Do you understand what’s going on with the equilibrium unit?” was one of the best moments ever, because that was my worst chem section, and no, I didn’t have a clue.

Anyways, in that right-wrong, black-white sense, editing is my math.

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Consider this a placeholder

I’m not quite ready for the month to get the best of me yet, but I’ve had a really long day — I’ve been up since 4:30 a.m. — and I really need a nap.

That sentence sounds less ridiculous when I remind you that the time change is tonight and soon, it will be quarter to seven, not quarter to eight — not like that’s a bad time to crawl into bed though. (And, if you were wondering, even though Lloyd is on the provincial border and Saskatchewan doesn’t do daylight savings time, the time change does not occur in the middle of the street. The boundary is actually a couple of kilometres to the east still.)

So if I get a couple of hours of sleep and can come back to this before midnight, I will. Otherwise, just consider the following as a placeholder for now.

“It’s not that I’m a perfectionist, it’s just that I care more than the average bear.” – paraphrase of a Facebook status from third-year university.

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Flipping brain switches

“People who don’t know me very well think that I’m quiet. People who know me very well wish that I were quiet.”

That kind of applies to me. I can be “not quiet” when I’m with close friends, but at a certain point, when the group gets too big, I get quiet again, no matter whom I’m with. I think it surprises people who know I’m a journalist that I’m not an extremely extrovert personality — it’s more something I switch on and off as needed. Continue reading

Things that keep me up at night

Five years later, I still have problems listening to the field show music from high school marching band. Not so much the parade tunes, because those were mostly pop tunes like the Beatles’ Penny Lane and Green Day’s Holiday, and I only have the mainstream versions of those songs, but I have show music from two of the three field shows I did. (I have the audio from the 2005 show, but found parts one and two from our 2006 show on YouTube.) Continue reading