So it’s now the last week of my internship. One more week and its back to what I do best.
I made my way into work, arriving just before ten and climbing up to the attic office. I greeted everyone and was introduced to a new face and seated at a different desk yet again.
I can pop professional desk hopper down on my CV now.
I soon set to work doing some proof reading of some soon to be published books. I had no idea that proof reading was such an art. Editors share a secret language almost. I felt like I’d been let in on a terribly elite and exciting editorial secret.
So there I was trying to scribble this new language all over the pages of the texts in front of me; making notes on the typesetting, chapter headers and the general layout as well as the grammar, word order and keeping an eye out for inconsistencies within the story line.
I found one huge inconsistency in one of the stories, along with some word order mishaps, some incredibly unfunny jokes that I didn’t think anyone would get, let alone a child and I highlighted an illustration faux pas too. I read three books in total, jotting notes down along the way. I loved it so much. Everyone around me was reading and scribbling and I wanted to stay the whole week.
But my reading was momentarily interrupted by a Comic Relief cake sale. And I never say no to cake. So down we all went to purchase some spongey refreshment. I opted for the mutli-layered red velvet cake which looked rich but irresistible.’ Twas delicious but I ate it without breathing and felt quite sick afterwards, which lasted until lunchtime when I gobbled the left over cake from Mother’s Day. Greedy much.
Once I’d polished off three books and two slices of cake, I hit the slush pile again, getting through a good chunk and penning lots of rejection letters. A positive afternoon. I’ve learnt a lot about submissions and the importance of actually submitting something of worth. Because writing for children is not easy, despite the popular misconception.
After chatting about proof reading courses I hit the road, slightly later than normal but contented. New department, new rules. And whilst I was walking to the tube station I encountered Binky and Louise from Made in Chelsea. Little bit exciting.
The tube also messed me around so I had to walk from St James Park to Victoria, but despite the perishing temperatures it was a lovely detour and a chance to commute outside of a claustrophobic vehicle.
But tomorrow it’s back to the PowerPoint and the spreadsheets. At least I got the chance to work in editorial.