The snow is falling at a rate of about 3 inches an hour up here in Boston where I'm on an editing job. On my breaks I go out to shovel.
Editing and snow-shoveling have something in common, I begin to think, as I'm hurling the white powder off, exposing the grateful red bricks underneath.
The first time it's hard to tell where the sidewalk ends and the earth begins. I make a few swipes off the path, unearthing big slabs of green grass. The second shoveling, I can see where I have cleared, even though tons more snow has fallen. The job is easier. This last shovel shift I can see even more clearly because the snow is deeper still on the sides of the path.
So, something about this is similar to editing. Each time you come back and do it again the path is better defined.
Maybe I'm stretching a simile: editing is like shoveling snow.
Maybe, actually, it is a metaphor: editing is shoveling snow.
Here's what I do know: my back hurts and we're supposed to get several more inches.
And I just heard the city snow plow--it rammed a huge mound onto my paths.
That's like editing too. Something big happens. Suddenly there's much more
work.
1 comment:
Great picture, Carol! You should enter the iditerod.
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