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Dancing with the devil (AKA the toddler)

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Marking up while feeding up!

I recently took on a last minute editing project of 22,000 words: four chapters of a new book. It was exciting to be working on something new and I was delighted to be given the opportunity. However, the author needed these chapters editing pronto, and had a five day agent deadline. Being fairly new to the business and super keen to impress, I took it all in my stride. Hey, that’s doable. No problem. Mental calculations of my reading speed and

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editing abilities ensued, wondering if it was actually going to be possible…

If my son sleeps for an hour after lunch, then from 7pm – 11pm, that’s at least 6 hours a day for editing. Plus all the time when I can just leave him to play/with the babysitter (CBeebies) while I fiddle around with formatting and layouts and Track Changes. Easy-peasy, right? WRONG!

Toddler has other ideas.

Mummy wants to work on the computer? Well he obviously wants to touch the mouse/keyboard/screen.
Mummy tries giving toddler an old laptop as a decoy…what does

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she think he is? An imbecile? This doesn’t even turn on!
Then clever old Mummy thinks she can fob him off with an (actually working) iPad. Drawing app? Nope!
Lego car game thingy? Nope!
CBeebies? A whole episode of Woolly and Tig later (a whopping 5mins), mummy has managed about a paragraph of reading and has changed the speech marks and corrected a couple of typos. Another episode? Not a chance!
Toddler then signs that he’s hungry (despite breakfast only recently being devoured) and Mummy has to open the stair gate, take toddler downstairs and
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proceed to scour the cupboards (bare…) and fridge (miserable…) for some sort of toddler-friendly snack.

”Do you want some blueberries?” The scowl on his face says it all.

”Melon?” Frown lines.

”Cheese?” Hangs head.

”A breadstick?” Shakes his head.

”Rice cake?” He does a little excited jig while clapping, as if I have just offered him a top-notch hor d’oeuvre. Asda rice cake packet in hand, we traipse back upstairs.
And so it starts again. Repeat earlier steps, minus bothering with ”educational apps”; straight to

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CBeebies…this time for a programme with a longer running time…! Postman Pat. My hero.

Toddler happy for entire 15 minutes and 5 seconds, even dances to the theme tune during the credits. But when the screen minimises and Mummy tries to play another episode there is a meltdown. Fresh air needed. By both!

Devon is very wet. Very wet indeed. I don’t think my UppaBaby rain cover has ever had so much use. Despite the rain, we shove coats and wellies on and go for a walk, toddler in the pushchair (he is still happy to go in here, rear-facing, and

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doesn’t yet do the horrid back-arching, claw your face off technique…yet…).

We walk for a little while, stopping to say hello to all the dogs, and the little robin, and the rubbish truck. He falls asleep after 10 minutes. Yippeeeeee! But he’s then woken up by a passing tractor. I decide I’ll go to the shop and grab some milk. He falls asleep with the humming of the shop fridges. I quickly pay for the milk and power walk home. This could be a solid hour of work time! Go go go!
With this in mind, I race home, panting (to be fair, we live at the

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top of a hill…) and wheezing as I put the key in the porch door. Toddler still asleep. Yes!
However he wakes up when I turn the bloody key and push open the sodding awful second door – that is warped and swollen because of the cold and wet weather (only been waiting six months for it to be replaced by the cruddy landlord…). Dammit.
Lunchtime is fairly uneventful, and both members eat well and somehow manage not to spill sweetcorn chowder down themselves (mostly the toddler is a cleaner eater than his mother anyway).
After the plates are cleared,
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we try working again.
This time Mummy tries printing the manuscript off to combat cranky toddler harassing her…cue toddler finding every highlighter/felt-tip pen/biro in the vicinity to scrawl all over the project. Helpful. Thanks, sweetie.
Clever old Mummy tries to outwit the infant by giving him a giant art sketch book to doodle on, but it seems to have limited appeal. It lasts less than 4 minutes. Well, actually, he must have been drawing on the wall next to it for at least a minute of that time so, in reality, even less value than I’d originally
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thought.

So Mummy puts CBeebies on the TV. We don’t have terrestrial telly, so it’s good old iPlayer again, and once again my hero, Pat, lends a helping hand.

Mummy makes a few key changes in the text, pre-empts Pat’s empty van and pops on a second episode. Mummy thinks she’s onto a winner. But then she glances at her phone and realises she has less than half an hour before school run needs to happen, washing up, dinner to cook and several phone calls to make.

Mummy gives up on the manuscript and uses last 2 minutes of Postman Pat to have a

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wee in peace and check Facebook while on the loo.

The next few days consisted of this on repeat, and evenings spent in front of the PC, toddler on a boob; or trying to block out the sound of him screaming at his daddy downstairs because he wanted me and didn’t want to be fobbed off with a bottle (or even CBeebies)!

You’ll be pleased to know that I did manage to get the chapters edited, on time, and they were done to an excellent standard (just in case any one wants to hire me haha!). Off to the agent for the pitch to the publisher! Fingers

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crossed!
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- 9 Feb 16

Marking up while feeding up!
Marking up while feeding up!

I recently took on a last minute editing project of 22,000 words: four chapters of a new book. It was exciting to be working on something new and I was delighted to be given the opportunity. However, the author needed these chapters editing pronto, and had a five day agent deadline. Being fairly new to the business and super keen to impress, I took it all in my stride. Hey, that’s doable. No problem. Mental calculations of my reading speed and editing abilities ensued, wondering if it was actually going to be possible…

If my son sleeps for an hour after lunch, then from 7pm – 11pm, that’s at least 6 hours a day for editing. Plus all the time when I can just leave him to play/with the babysitter (CBeebies) while I fiddle around with formatting and layouts and Track Changes. Easy-peasy, right? WRONG!

Toddler has other ideas.

Mummy wants to work on the computer? Well he obviously wants to touch the mouse/keyboard/screen.
Mummy tries giving toddler an old laptop as a decoy…what does she think he is? An imbecile? This doesn’t even turn on!
Then clever old Mummy thinks she can fob him off with an (actually working) iPad. Drawing app? Nope!
Lego car game thingy? Nope!
CBeebies? A whole episode of Woolly and Tig later (a whopping 5mins), mummy has managed about a paragraph of reading and has changed the speech marks and corrected a couple of typos. Another episode? Not a chance!
Toddler then signs that he’s hungry (despite breakfast only recently being devoured) and Mummy has to open the stair gate, take toddler downstairs and proceed to scour the cupboards (bare…) and fridge (miserable…) for some sort of toddler-friendly snack.

“Do you want some blueberries?” The scowl on his face says it all.

“Melon?” Frown lines.

“Cheese?” Hangs head.

“A breadstick?” Shakes his head.

“Rice cake?” He does a little excited jig while clapping, as if I have just offered him a top-notch hor d’oeuvre. Asda rice cake packet in hand, we traipse back upstairs.
And so it starts again. Repeat earlier steps, minus bothering with “educational apps”; straight to CBeebies…this time for a programme with a longer running time…! Postman Pat. My hero.

Toddler happy for entire 15 minutes and 5 seconds, even dances to the theme tune during the credits. But when the screen minimises and Mummy tries to play another episode there is a meltdown. Fresh air needed. By both!

Devon is very wet. Very wet indeed. I don’t think my UppaBaby rain cover has ever had so much use. Despite the rain, we shove coats and wellies on and go for a walk, toddler in the pushchair (he is still happy to go in here, rear-facing, and doesn’t yet do the horrid back-arching, claw your face off technique…yet…).

We walk for a little while, stopping to say hello to all the dogs, and the little robin, and the rubbish truck. He falls asleep after 10 minutes. Yippeeeeee! But he’s then woken up by a passing tractor. I decide I’ll go to the shop and grab some milk. He falls asleep with the humming of the shop fridges. I quickly pay for the milk and power walk home. This could be a solid hour of work time! Go go go!
With this in mind, I race home, panting (to be fair, we live at the top of a hill…) and wheezing as I put the key in the porch door. Toddler still asleep. Yes!
However he wakes up when I turn the bloody key and push open the sodding awful second door – that is warped and swollen because of the cold and wet weather (only been waiting six months for it to be replaced by the cruddy landlord…). Dammit.
Lunchtime is fairly uneventful, and both members eat well and somehow manage not to spill sweetcorn chowder down themselves (mostly the toddler is a cleaner eater than his mother anyway).
After the plates are cleared, we try working again.
This time Mummy tries printing the manuscript off to combat cranky toddler harassing her…cue toddler finding every highlighter/felt-tip pen/biro in the vicinity to scrawl all over the project. Helpful. Thanks, sweetie.
Clever old Mummy tries to outwit the infant by giving him a giant art sketch book to doodle on, but it seems to have limited appeal. It lasts less than 4 minutes. Well, actually, he must have been drawing on the wall next to it for at least a minute of that time so, in reality, even less value than I’d originally thought.

So Mummy puts CBeebies on the TV. We don’t have terrestrial telly, so it’s good old iPlayer again, and once again my hero, Pat, lends a helping hand.

Mummy makes a few key changes in the text, pre-empts Pat’s empty van and pops on a second episode. Mummy thinks she’s onto a winner. But then she glances at her phone and realises she has less than half an hour before school run needs to happen, washing up, dinner to cook and several phone calls to make.

Mummy gives up on the manuscript and uses last 2 minutes of Postman Pat to have a wee in peace and check Facebook while on the loo.

The next few days consisted of this on repeat, and evenings spent in front of the PC, toddler on a boob; or trying to block out the sound of him screaming at his daddy downstairs because he wanted me and didn’t want to be fobbed off with a bottle (or even CBeebies)!

You’ll be pleased to know that I did manage to get the chapters edited, on time, and they were done to an excellent standard (just in case any one wants to hire me haha!). Off to the agent for the pitch to the publisher! Fingers crossed!

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