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Edit From The End?

Maybe this is more of NaNoEdMo-relevant blog, but it's on my mind tonight...

I'm in the process of revamping the Receptionist Manual at work. Today, I was in the middle of retyping a list of suggestions to help a receptionist in training (or receptionist brushing up on things) better perform their job. One of them was proofreading, and in that tip was something I'd never thought about before.

Edit from the end.

I've only read through these tips about fifty thousand times - whenever I'm looking something up, or just wanting to refresh my memory. I want to ask myself why I missed it before, but I don't know that it's all that important to ask that particular question. The bigger question is - what do I do with this revolutionary thought, now that it has entered my brain?

I have to admit - this guy gets along great with all my other ideas. It's a beautiful idea. But how do I put it into practice... especially in a month where suppressing my inner editor is a requirement for getting through NaNoWriMo?

The simple answer, I guess, is to hack away at whatever stories I have ready to see the axe... to look at the short stories languishing on my memory stick, start at the end, and start editing. But how much time will that take away from writing once November 1st strikes and I barely have enough time to work, write, and get all my have-tos done for The World Race?

I guess I'll just have to dive in and see. Anyone else who can try this? Let me know how it works out!
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