Woried about typoz
I'm a fast but accurate proofreader.
It’s so easy to start a blog. People do it all the time. And I'm yet another monkey with a typewriter coming to join the party.
I hope that this blog will get across a rough idea of what on earth it is that I do. More ambitiously, I'm hoping that sharing my experiences and views will be a good way of connecting with others in my line of work - whatever on earth it is that we do. But, frankly, I'll be happy if I can avoid the deep pit of one-post wonders.
Clutter is the enemy, and people who can't rid themselves of clutter are letting their weakness take over their lives. Or so a lot of telly programmes, self-help books and women's magazines would have you believe.
Apparently the key is to be ruthless: shove it all in a binbag, throw it away and don't look back. Bish-bash-bosh. Job done.
The term "singer-songwriter" doesn't really do justice to the powerhouse known as Juliana Meyer. On Holding Up the Sky, her first album, she plays almost all the instruments (including guitar, cello, mandolin, double bass and glockenspiel) as well as doing the engineering and mixing, in addition to the usual singing and songwriting duties.
Her books are full of fast women and beautiful cars, glossy cheekbones and prominent hair. Wendy Holden's novels usually involve a down-to-earth Plain Jane getting the man and the money, but the real joy for readers is in the bitchy, glamorous settings. She even manages to cram in more puns per inch than "black belt in tongue-fu" Kathy Lette.
Samantha Bond is perhaps best known for her rôle as Miss Moneypenny alongside a gadget-obsessed James Bond, but, as she tells Kate Griffin, there's nothing tricksy about her directorial debut.
It's official: the plastic bag is now seriously uncool. On a global level, marine scientists have known for decades that plastic rubbish finds its way into our oceans. Once in the sea, the same tiny pellet of plastic can kill countless birds and fish in a macabre cycle: the animal eats the plastic and dies, then the animal's body rots away to expose the plastic inside. The plastic is then back in the ocean, ready to kill another unsuspecting bird or fish.
They certainly know how to build up an atmosphere at Cardiff's Glee Club. Five minutes before the show starts, there's a countdown - "Ladies and gentlemen, the show will be starting in X minutes" - accompanied by coloured spotlights and music which finally segues into the Pearl and Dean tune. Luckily, the compère, Simon Clayton, lives up to all the fanfare within a few moments of coming on stage.
Romance, female emancipation and streetwalkers - it's all in a day's work for novelist Iris Gower. Kate Griffin discovers the secrets behind her success.
Ask the average English person to tell you what they know about Welsh literature, and they might name Dylan Thomas, or mutter something about the Mabinogion. Poetry from the post-Glyndwr years and 17th-century religious writings have hardly made a blip on the modern world's literary radar.
An eight-month investigation by Oxfordshire County Council has concluded that a rubbish-burning scheme is the best solution to the county's waste disposal problems, despite concern that this method of waste disposal will allow dioxins (which have been linked to cancer in humans and other animals) to enter the local food chain.
US charities set up to fight AIDS are now faced with a new battle: a requirement by the federal government to pledge their opposition to sex trafficking and prostitution if they want to continue receiving federal funds.