I loathe crosswordese, and I’ll rip out and rewrite as much of the grid as I need to to get rid of it. Writing grids gets much, much easier with practice, and after a dozen years, I’m pretty good. It helps that I have a fairly substantial mental data base of, say, four-letter words ending in “u,” etc.
I was about to apologize for hijacking the thread – but then I realized whose thread it was, so I guess no apology is necessary.
I’m an editor, not a constructor (primarily, though I have written a few over the years) – we do have a couple of construrctors on the board, perhaps they’ll pop in. As such, my handiwork is most visible in the cluing, not the grid – though I will rewrite grids as necessary to get rid of stuff I don’t like. I work for a magazine publisher, and since I’m a senior editor, I don’t really have any particular titles (other than the logic magazines, wheich just hit my desk again after a five-year hiatus – sigh) assigned to me, I just jump in where necessary. My main bailiwick is the variety (non-crossword, non-word-find) puzzles.
As far as solving is concerned – yeah, I don’t, anymore. I do like cryptic crosswords, though I don’t do many even of those. I’ll usually look at the Sunday NYT and solve it mentally till I can see what the theme is, and if I like the theme, I’ll pull out a pencil. I love Merl Reagle’s puzzles, and if I am in the mood to do a straight crossword, it will usually be one of his. Randy Ross is a solid constructor; so is Ray Hamel, though he’s doing fewer crosswords these days.
PS: Frank Longo is also a topnotch constructor – his specialty is incredibly “airy” grids (those with a minimum of black squares), where he’ll stack three or four ten-or twelve-letter words. These are really, really hard to construct – I don’t know what the layperson’s reaction to them is, but those of us in the biz just ooh and ah.
So glad to see this thread, since I only just got to the Sunday puzzle today. One of the better puzzles of late - terrific theme, few sucky crossword-only words; Cecil should be proud, he got picked for a good one.
And pencil?
Pencil?!?!
Pencils are for wimps. Ink forces you to live with your mistakes. Marvelous discipline, that.