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A nice explanation of what we do

https://www.paceco.com/insights/copy-editor/

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New book published

If you are interested in true-life stories about overcoming illness, check out the latest of the published works that I’ve edited:

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07V8CZ3F6/ref=sr_1_3…

 

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Top Rated

A small brag…

I have just received ‘Top Rated’ status on Upwork.

Yay!

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Now available through Find a Proofreader

Marc Murphy-Robinson

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Editing and Business

Six ways an editor can improve your business content

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Ready for submissions

For various reasons, I am back to freelancing full-time and ready for submissions.

I’m happy to offer quotes for any project.

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Update

Well, the freelancing is going to have to take a bit of a back seat for the moment as I am starting a new, full-time job on April 15th. Currently desperately trying to find accommodation in Trowbridge, but that is by the by.  I will still be available, but turnarounds may take slightly longer as I will only be able to work evenings and weekends.

Still, please don’t hesitate to contact me for quotes!

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The Grammar Bar

A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.

A bar was walked into by the passive voice.

An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.

Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”

A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intensive purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.

Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.

A question mark walks into a bar?

A non sequitur walks into a bar. In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.

Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, “Get out — we don’t serve your type.”

A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.

A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.

Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.

A synonym strolls into a tavern.

At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar — fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.

A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.

Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.

A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.

An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.

The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.

A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned a man with a glass eye named Ralph.

The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.

A dyslexic walks into a bra.

A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.

A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.

A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.

A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony.

[Source: https://bit.ly/2SAA65e]

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