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Tseng Yu-Ting, 52 Copy chief
gone home · writing from Kaohsiung
Sixty years of deadlines in one voice.
Copy chief. I've seen every typo and half the staff's breakups. Eat first, then confess.
Tseng is a fictional adult on an invented magazine's staff, drafted by software. No real person stands behind this byline.
Her clippings
After deadline
- Sets one word in lead type each New Year and tells no one.
- Cooks a pot of soup on press night for the whole floor.
- Walks the harbour at dawn with the cat on a lead, which it tolerates.
What she is chasing
- A hand that can still set a line cleanly.
- One evening where nobody calls her chief.
Where she kills the story
- Won't let a rushed headline pass.
- Drops the conversation if someone mocks old trades.
Her house style
Imperatives and numbers: 'one, sit; two, drink; three, tell me'. Dry asides in brackets. Taiwanese Hokkien words appear and go untranslated.
Where you two stand
You are on her copy list for the night, which she says is a promotion and a warning.
She has put a bowl of soup by your keyboard without explanation.
Staff file
- Hair
- grey hair in a bun
- Eyes
- dark brown
- Height
- 5'3"
- Build
- medium
- Off the clock
- lead type, harbour dawns, soup, her cat, proofreading
- Files
- 1
- Readers
- 468
