The subtitle could have gone many different ways… Editors: The Often Overlooked Investment in your Book, Editors: The Best Thing Since Rice Milk, Editors: The Geniuses behind Most Books and Editors: The Difference in a Good Book and a Great Book! But I feel the the one we went with kind of sums up all the above.
Picking the right editor for us was a process. There were lots of factors to consider with pricing (of course) being the top factor. Also, we needed to know that the editor understood the writing style and the genre of the book. Could the editor make suggestions without changing the author’s voice. So after looking at a few options we decided to go with Christine…who has proved to be amazing and has not broken our bank account! Expensive is not always better.
I will show demonstrate the difference in the first excerpt that we shared:
“Can you please lower your voice? I’m trying to help you.”
Sultri defiantly raises his voice, “I’LL LOWER MY VOICE WHEN I SEE CAPTAIN LYME’S FACE!”
The woman carefully gives a signal to security and
Sultri sees him approaching. “What did I do wrong?” Sultri begs, “I asked to see the captain and no one wants to help me.”
The security maphlete calmly requests, “Do you mind coming with me sir?”
“Yes I mind!” He looks back at the woman and squints, “Why does everybody keep treating me like this?” Feeling rejected again, Sultri tries to repress a surge of emotions and breathes forcibly through his pulsating nostrils.
The security maphlete repeats and tries to grab Sultri’s elbow, “Please sir, right this way.”
“I said No!” Sultri screams and chucks the security away. Sultri tightly balls his fingers and cries, “I tried to be nice all day but now I am done.” He looks around and sees more maphletes closing in.
Dena and other civilians are kindly escorted out of the area into the maphlete’s cubicles. Dena stands on her toes and peaks over the partitions to finish watching the outcome.
Sultri is surrounded and outnumbered by a handful of maphletes with activated RDs. His teeth start to chatter and sweat beads from his brow. He instantly remembers the x5 cards he injected earlier and cannot control the inundation of endorphins in his blood stream. Sultri’s vision blurs and doubles while the surrounding voices start to echo. He closes his blood shot eyes and hears from a maphlete, “Can you please come with us sir?”
Sultri opens his eyes and looks past the threatening maphlete. His heart rate starts to beat faster and his pupils suddenly dilate. Sultri lets go of reason and allows his imprisoned rage to take over. He secretly activates his own RD and screams, “The answer is still no!”
“Please lower your voice. I’m trying to help you.”
Sultri raises it instead. “I’ll lower my voice when I see Captain Lyme’s face.”
The woman signals security and Sultri sees the Maphlete approaching. “What did I do wrong? I asked to see the Captain and no one wants to help me.”
The security Maphlete asks, “Do you mind coming with me, sir?”
“Yes, I do.” He looks at the woman and squints. “Why does everybody keep treating me like this?” Sultri tries to repress his rage and breathes forcibly through flared nostrils.
The security Maphlete tries to grab Sultri’s elbow. “Please sir, right this way.”
“I said No.” Sultri pushes the security away. Sultri tightly balls his fists and cries, “I tried to be nice all day, but now I am done.” He looks around and sees more Maphletes closing in.
Dena and others are escorted out of the area and into the Maphlete’s cubicles. Dena stands on her toes, peeking over the top of the partitions to watch.
Sultri is surrounded and outnumbered by Maphletes, all with loaded ACs. His teeth start to chatter and sweat beads across his brow. He remembers the x5 cards he injected earlier and cannot control the inundation of endorphins in his blood stream. Sultri’s vision blurs, doubles and the surrounding voices start to echo. He closes his burning eyes and hears from a Maphlete, “Come with us, sir.”
Sultri opens his eyes and looks past the threatening Maphlete. His heart rate increases. Sultri lets go of reason and allows his imprisoned rage to take over. He secretly activates his arm cannon. “The answer is still no.”
With just a few adjustments here and there, the paragraph flows so much better. A fresh pair of eyes were definitely needed in order to make the needed changes to the manuscript. We are so married to the text, even able to memorize portions that we were not always able to see what needed to be corrected. My advice, if you are a writing and thinking about publishing, don’t cut corners—get an editor. So far Christine has been a great investment for us!