Writing for the reader is key

Being that I work in the web, I’m constantly hearing about and facilitating discussions around user-interaction design.  My good pal Jason and I got into a chat yesterday about the science behind that — the true psychology and sociology of why people make decisions, and how the web experience can be designed to encourage those decisions.

When it comes to writing, I wish there was a similar science I could fall back upon.  Recently, I’ve been trying to earn some money by jumping into the world of technical writing.  It’s lucrative, but it’s dry.  It’s the arena of government contracts and specifications and manuals and contracts… and I’ve remembered now what it’s like to edit the “expert.”

When I was in grad school, I’d help out friends by editing their papers or dissertations and suggesting better ways to write their cover letters.  Most of the time, people would take my recommendations as they were intended — RECOMMENDATIONS — and go with them, assuming I wasn’t misinterpreting the meaning or changing the context drastically.  Every once in a while — and even within the last year — I’d run across someone who asked for my help but then took great offense to my edits.

I think Bernard Shaw once said something to the effect of — a writer who doesn’t value his editor will never grow.  I might have made that up.  I’ll check with Google.  But the point is, someone told me that once, and I believe it.  I’m constantly asking for feedback, but I haven’t always been good at receiving it.  At the point I realized someone else’s ideas could make my arrogant self more skilled, I dropped my pride and started learning.  And that’s when I became a more INTUITIVE writer.

So, I recently wrapped editing and formatting a 99-page document.  When I passed it back for review, I was told it was “incredibly thorough” and “the best work I’ve seen from any of our freelancers.”  Phew!  Except, when my contact filtered it back to the original writer, the buck stopped.  The final request: Please keep all of the formatting, but paste in all of the original content without any edits.

It pained me greatly to have inconsistencies, grammatical errors, and just plain overly confusing and redundant technical jargon jammed back into an otherwise clean document, but I had no choice — the writer no longer saw himself in the writing.  He’d written it for himself rather than for the reader.  He didn’t care that there were errors — they were HIS errors and he’d be damned if some strange freelancer was going to swoop in and make it readable the way he didn’t intend.

Sometimes, I have to let go.  But, man, it’d be great if I could say, “My edits were based on user-experience testing — the psychology behind how people want to READ your writing.”

Then again, it probably wouldn’t have mattered in this case.  But, I can always hope!

Published in:  on September 21, 2008 at 12:07 pm Comments (1)

Manhattan madness

driving up on a saturday morning to spend the night in nyc with a girlfriend and return the next day might seem like a whirlwind experience hardly worth the trouble.  people who think that are lame.

last weekend, the swope monster and i throttled up 95 in no more than three hours flat to shop and hit the comedy cellar in the greatest city on earth.  aside from the expected wait to get through the holland tunnel and then tool down to the lower east side, where we’d meet up with josh and head to spitzers for lunch, the trip was easy — THUS setting the tone for the rest of the weekend … almost.

after scoring a $165 parking ticket (EPIC FAIL) but then finding another just yards away (this one NOT blocking a pedestrian ramp = WIN), we sidled through the heat to the aforementioned spitzers on rivington and somethingerother.  as everywhere was, the windows were open and we sat in the cooled “back room” where the stifling sun didn’t reach.  there, i ate the greatest grilled cheese on earth.  swope’s was the second greatest.  probably.

josh headed out and we parted with a coworker and her man, then set off to irregular choice for shoes that not everyone appreciates.  sure i dropped some cash i hadn’t intended to drop but my shoe collection now contains black pinstripe pumps with tape measures on them.  i feel more complete now.

on home after getting caught in the rain and frequenting a couple street festivals, where we got dolled up and tried to fit into the crowd we’d expect to see in the west village and soho.  i think it worked, because we totally owned the olive branch that night, and we got seated practically onstage during the comedy show, where we were pulled into comedians’ acts throughout.

the next day, we hit up my old stomping grounds — chelsea market — where i’d spent loads of time while working for a startup.  there’s something sweet about having worked with the guys at mlb… some seriously hilarious times.  but i digress.

josh lost his phone in the cab, but some nice fellow actually called me after seeing my number in josh’s most recently called list — we headed to the upper east side, picked it up, spent an hour going four blocks to get through the lincoln tunnel, then sped back to nova leaving romantic memories behind us.

except, when i got back — and, admittedly, before i left — i knew something had changed drastically in my brain.  not only had i recently come to the conclusion that i needed to have music a bigger part of my life, but now i realize its no coincidence that cuny, nyu, and columbia were three of my top four choices when thinking about going back to earn my phd.

i have to move to nyc.  so, i will.

Published in:  on September 19, 2008 at 11:32 am Comments (1)

Getting a phd

i’ve always toyed with the idea of being a professor — it was my sole reason for getting my master’s degree five years ago — and eventually becoming the president of the ohio state university.

so i may be a bit more well-traveled now, and my horizons may have expanded beyond columbus (though seriously i would still take such a position with the buckeyes in a heartbeat), but my romance around studying what i want and leading classes and engaging with like-minded people remains.

recently when i realized i could literally devote myself to studying the art of music — how it’s made but, more specifically, how it influences (and is influenced by) social change, i suddenly found myself very excited about the potential that exists out there for me.

it’s amazing how the people closest to me have responded to my *very* recent decision to head toward earning a phd. most think it’s perfect for me.  but i’m admittedly rattled by the idea that i’ve romanticized this the way i’ve romanticized other things, and ultimately found myself bored and unfulfilled.

the self-exploration continues…

Published in:  on September 4, 2008 at 8:37 pm Comments (2)