It’s editing week. It’s been wall to wall concentration every day: I’ve had to put everything else (workshop notes, emails and life: apologies to all!) on hold in order to maintain my concentration. I’m really trying to get all four titles sequenced and edited before I leave again in ten days time. Then they will go to Peter Gaskin for indexing and the next level of editing.
It’s painstaking work but the time is well invested. This is the third year of editing with Rob Tough; he joined us in the second season. He’s great and shows knitting tendencies. It has been rumoured a couple of the crew have a scarf challenge going on before next year. Rob and I have developed a fairly smooth system of working: once we have put the content of each disc in sequence (far easier said than done: sorting 12 different tubular cast-on clips, each cast-on worked with pink and blue yarn and only subtly different from another) and differentiated the exact beginning and end of each topic and sub-topic, these are recorded onto a temporary disc with a time-code embedded.
I then go off and watch every second of each clip, noting on a Google Doc any necessary captions and a time code for all vocal edits (uums, ahhs, stumbles and double words are the most common). I have streamlined this by using two Mac laptops – one to play on and the other to access the internet. It takes an age and you have to maintain full concentration. It’s not even possible to do the simplest knitting. Munching and drinking are my mainstays. Each clip takes about double its actual time length to get through: I dearly wish the discs were not 3 hours long. Did I ever overshoot this year!
Today, as a reward for all this, I’m taking a day off to start my migration to the island and my new double life. It seems fitting that I’m writing this on a tiny ferry on the anniversary of my dad’s death. I remember the date (and the dreadful phone call) easily, but no longer the exact year. It’s been a long while now. I have a feeling that he’d approve of me trying to reconnect with my watery roots once again.
Maybe in a little while I’ll even find a way to keep a boat out on the island. For now, though, I’ll nibble away at the logistical challenge of moving into a cottage on an island only accessible by a foot ferry and no island transport other than the kindness of friends. So, one Mini’s worth at a time, I plan to move!
It’s a heavenly day. For all that I love skiing, those first few days when you feel the power coming back to the sun, and witness the retreat of the snow-and-grey ice monoliths, are very uplifting. I had planned to come out tomorrow, but the weather will be back to normal then and there is little point in being self-employed in Nova Scotia unless you flex with the weather. Seize the cycling, camping and skiing weather as it presents and work with gusto when the wind howls and the precipitation is liquid. This does have the effect that I have a very high proportion of working days. Good job that I don’t live in California!