I have finished entering fixes from proofer number one. It's taken me most of the day and most of the evening. I was selective about which I wanted to do - but I did quite a few, lots of commas until I started revolting against them - too many commas, Mozart, too many commas. It gets ridiculous after a while and I may now go back and remove a few that impede the flow of a sentence in terms of the eye. I don't give a flying Wallenda what the rules are, either. If I'm trying to have rhythm in a sentence and there are six commas, the rhythm goes right into the toilet. I do the important ones, but, you know, rules are made to be broken and plenty of lauded writers have done exactly that. One thing I was repeatedly doing today that I don't love was doing a sentence like "My daughter Jenny was getting married." And inserting "My daughter, Jenny, was getting married." That's okay every now and then, but after a while it just bugs me.
