Revised Standard Version–now revised again and New–many are the tweakings and the convoluted edits that go into the issuing of a brand-new old book. We long to get things just right, but always something will need to be adjusted…
The revised edition sat on his desk for a few moments before he picked up. Thumbing through the pages that crowded his mind for the past year was the hardest thing for him to do. He felt the weight of the story fall away with each page turn. This was being distributed as he sat there. His assistant smiled at him.
It’s the little mistakes that bug him the most, it’s quite ironic that he needed to revise his entry about the word ‘revised’. It’s ridiculous, really. He then slept the weeks away since he submitted his final draft to his publisher, sometime around afternoon his phone rang AND it was his editor telling him that his publisher approved his work and asked him for more cleaner, revised version of his manuscript.
I revised my story because when I read it it stunk. THe grammar was really bad and it wasn’t organized so I had to restructure it. I put it in a different order and then added details to make it better.
He slept the weeks away since he submitted his final draft to his publisher, sometime around afternoon his phone rang at it was his editor telling him that his publisher approved his work and asking him for more cleaner, revised version of his manuscript.
She shuddered at the thought of visiting that hideous place again. Not only did it look ugly, a perpetual sense of foreboding hung around the house, a strange phenomena which even the neighbors couldn’t figure out.
Little did she know that her husband could afford only that apartment, even after revised wages. He couldn’t muster enough courage to tell her everything. No, not yet.
A kisemmizettek vizsgálata gyorsan véget ért- szinte el sem kezdték. Egyet-kettőt megvizsgáltak az emberek közül, a többit elzavarták, mondva, fertőzöttek. Ez elkeserítő egy helyzet, de senki sem vizsgálja felül.
I took some time to look over what I had done. I was the first one ever to complete what it was that I had done. It was an amazing feat for me to finally do what I have invented a time time machine.
My status was revised last week. I change my status about once every month. I write about random things or things that happened that day. I write whatever I feel needs to be shared.
He sat there for awhile after the others left. Thinking. He wasn’t sure of the decision that they had come to; Nobody was. Perhaps they would revise it later, but for now, it was set.
I revised my story about murder. I added what the audience wanted. Blood. Death. My story was originally a nonfiction piece about deer, but my buyers have spoken. And they want that deer to die.
Today in class, we had started to write our memoirs in class for our teacher. Today, was a day where we would revise each others papers. I revised Megan’s while she revised mine for anything that would work or not.
My plan was to be like evryone else. To be just like the teens I see.
Now I’m revising. I have two choices. To be like everyone else, and have constant stress everyday. Otherwise I can be a free girl. To go after my passion and become the best.
I revised my work for the second time. It was already an alien task to me – I hate editing. I have over thirty stories piled up in a drive or cloud or disc or handwritten scrawl somewhere that need work. Who has time? I do – if I put the real work to it. Maybe.
She revised the option of going to the spring ball over and over in her head. Aurum had wanted to take a little break from school by dressing up fancily to a party filled with people she barely knew, but the mere thought of looking at those strangers had made her feel scared already. After all, Aurum was just a shy girl that didn’t belong anywhere.
I was scalded by the revised document;
a document;
that can withhold so eagerly, so much temptation,
hinders our own lives as we know it.
The pomp witnessed when an on looker sees the dervishes reading aloud their prayers
off of a nose-to-knee long manuscript, or
The varicose vein that inflates when a presidential speech is read off of an electronic set of words, cannot, be replaced by any tube made out of paper, yet inked paper beguiles the world we know. Revised and rewritten are our words when we read new words.
I look at the last revised quote. Two hits, three swipes, and four knock jobs. I’d been working for the mob for years but something sat wrong in my gut about this one. I knew someone was playing with the books. Now I’m realizing the cop across the street has been staring at me for far too long.
Az ügyet kénytelen-kelletlen felül kellett vizsgálni. És hogy miért? Mert valaki… érteni ezalatt Meron-chant az egészet bundázta. Ez nagyon kellemetlen volt a nyomozók számára, ráadásul Meront is lecsukhatják.
‘Why are you so quiet tonight?’ The neon green text message glared up at him, egging him on. He swallowed and picked the phone up, contemplating. With a shaky finger, he punched out ”Cause I wanna hear your voice’. Reading it back, it sounded too needy, so he erased it. ‘Tired of texting. Wanna meet you’ he typed. His thumb traced the ‘send’ button for almost a minute before pressing ‘delete’ once again.
It’s all been changed now. Everything. Every single little thing that I’ve done has been turned into something else. It’s not just like revising a document – changing the grammar and whatnot – because this is more than that. More than a few words – this whole project is my life.
A life, revised.
At one point, completely polished, completed, ready for publishing.
Then, error after error piling in like leaves in fall.
Now and again, revised, revisited.
I have started over.
Revised Standard Version–now revised again and New–many are the tweakings and the convoluted edits that go into the issuing of a brand-new old book. We long to get things just right, but always something will need to be adjusted…
The revised edition sat on his desk for a few moments before he picked up. Thumbing through the pages that crowded his mind for the past year was the hardest thing for him to do. He felt the weight of the story fall away with each page turn. This was being distributed as he sat there. His assistant smiled at him.
She revised and revised. Still it didn’t seem good enough. Her life was full of revisions. She wanted to just be and not have to constantly revise.
It’s the little mistakes that bug him the most, it’s quite ironic that he needed to revise his entry about the word ‘revised’. It’s ridiculous, really. He then slept the weeks away since he submitted his final draft to his publisher, sometime around afternoon his phone rang AND it was his editor telling him that his publisher approved his work and asked him for more cleaner, revised version of his manuscript.
I revised my story because when I read it it stunk. THe grammar was really bad and it wasn’t organized so I had to restructure it. I put it in a different order and then added details to make it better.
He slept the weeks away since he submitted his final draft to his publisher, sometime around afternoon his phone rang at it was his editor telling him that his publisher approved his work and asking him for more cleaner, revised version of his manuscript.
She shuddered at the thought of visiting that hideous place again. Not only did it look ugly, a perpetual sense of foreboding hung around the house, a strange phenomena which even the neighbors couldn’t figure out.
Little did she know that her husband could afford only that apartment, even after revised wages. He couldn’t muster enough courage to tell her everything. No, not yet.
don’t edit. don’t go back and rewrite… don’t go back and re- don’t go ba-
revise, don’t edit.
fix. change up some things. revise
revise.
revise?
I revised a poem in 10 minutes and 3 seconds. I revised my bible verse in 12 minutes.
Beyond the end. Go over your life… no chance to be revised. What’s done is done. Don’t look back.
to finalize
is to realize
that nothing needs
to be revised
I had to reconsider the thought of going to London to be a printer for the London News I was to go, but the farm at home needed me most.
A kisemmizettek vizsgálata gyorsan véget ért- szinte el sem kezdték. Egyet-kettőt megvizsgáltak az emberek közül, a többit elzavarták, mondva, fertőzöttek. Ez elkeserítő egy helyzet, de senki sem vizsgálja felül.
I took some time to look over what I had done. I was the first one ever to complete what it was that I had done. It was an amazing feat for me to finally do what I have invented a time time machine.
My status was revised last week. I change my status about once every month. I write about random things or things that happened that day. I write whatever I feel needs to be shared.
He sat there for awhile after the others left. Thinking. He wasn’t sure of the decision that they had come to; Nobody was. Perhaps they would revise it later, but for now, it was set.
I revised my story about murder. I added what the audience wanted. Blood. Death. My story was originally a nonfiction piece about deer, but my buyers have spoken. And they want that deer to die.
my ios 9 ipod update revised
help me
oh lord help me
We had just finished our memoir and it was time to revise.
hats all they tell you revise revise revise nothing else you write something and you always half to look at it 30 times.
Today in class, we had started to write our memoirs in class for our teacher. Today, was a day where we would revise each others papers. I revised Megan’s while she revised mine for anything that would work or not.
I was so stressed about my final essay. So I
Last year in my Language Arts class, Mr.Clark had us do a lot of revision of our pieces.
Revising has never been something I’ve been good at. Usually my revising process is:
Step 1) Look at paper.
Step 2) Read through.
Step 3) Accept my fate.
And then I say, “I’m done revising!” and I quit out of the document immediately.
My plan was to be like evryone else. To be just like the teens I see.
Now I’m revising. I have two choices. To be like everyone else, and have constant stress everyday. Otherwise I can be a free girl. To go after my passion and become the best.
I revised my work for the second time. It was already an alien task to me – I hate editing. I have over thirty stories piled up in a drive or cloud or disc or handwritten scrawl somewhere that need work. Who has time? I do – if I put the real work to it. Maybe.
She revised the option of going to the spring ball over and over in her head. Aurum had wanted to take a little break from school by dressing up fancily to a party filled with people she barely knew, but the mere thought of looking at those strangers had made her feel scared already. After all, Aurum was just a shy girl that didn’t belong anywhere.
re-re-reworked
re-re-rescoped
re-re-retuned
re-re-resung
re-re-required
re-re-revised
I was scalded by the revised document;
a document;
that can withhold so eagerly, so much temptation,
hinders our own lives as we know it.
The pomp witnessed when an on looker sees the dervishes reading aloud their prayers
off of a nose-to-knee long manuscript, or
The varicose vein that inflates when a presidential speech is read off of an electronic set of words, cannot, be replaced by any tube made out of paper, yet inked paper beguiles the world we know. Revised and rewritten are our words when we read new words.
I look at the last revised quote. Two hits, three swipes, and four knock jobs. I’d been working for the mob for years but something sat wrong in my gut about this one. I knew someone was playing with the books. Now I’m realizing the cop across the street has been staring at me for far too long.
Az ügyet kénytelen-kelletlen felül kellett vizsgálni. És hogy miért? Mert valaki… érteni ezalatt Meron-chant az egészet bundázta. Ez nagyon kellemetlen volt a nyomozók számára, ráadásul Meront is lecsukhatják.
‘Why are you so quiet tonight?’ The neon green text message glared up at him, egging him on. He swallowed and picked the phone up, contemplating. With a shaky finger, he punched out ”Cause I wanna hear your voice’. Reading it back, it sounded too needy, so he erased it. ‘Tired of texting. Wanna meet you’ he typed. His thumb traced the ‘send’ button for almost a minute before pressing ‘delete’ once again.
Can they please revise this website? It keeps repeating itself, over and overwee
It’s all been changed now. Everything. Every single little thing that I’ve done has been turned into something else. It’s not just like revising a document – changing the grammar and whatnot – because this is more than that. More than a few words – this whole project is my life.
A life, revised.
At one point, completely polished, completed, ready for publishing.
Then, error after error piling in like leaves in fall.
Now and again, revised, revisited.
I have started over.