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I know what people on the internet want.
Sometimes I think my job is some Truman Showesque experiment in giving me my dream role and seeing whether or not I believe it is happening. I get to write about language for a living. It's insane.
I was on a copywriting course today, with a bunch of other people from marketing divisions across OUP (who were all, incidentally, really nice and fun - I must try to meet more people in the building) and it struck me how lucky I am to write about words and whatnot. All their jobs are doubtless awesome in many ways, but when we were sharing examples of our copywriting, other people had edited descriptions of law books, or written email campaigns, and I... had written about apples.
Recently, I have been done the following...
- a post about names in expressions
- the language of crying
- putting Jingle Bells through a historical thesaurus
- scripting a video about the Oxford comma
Please go and check out the last of those... because there is a priceless moment in it that I don't want to spoil. It'll be worth it; promise.
Lest this post sound braggy or anything, I hope it's obvious that I'm just very grateful that I get to do such fun things for work. There are less fun bits too, of course, but they aren't really worth blogging about.
In other news... one day I will review the books piling up in my room, promise. And I may even finish Barchester Towers. (I never did finish Vanity Fair, it turns out... perhaps I will, 18 months after starting?)