Writer’s cannot have fragile egos or they won’t be writers for very long. See, I used a double negative already and I’m just getting started.
Case in point, the editing process, which is just as important as the writing itself. Without good editing your book will soon land in the scrap heap since no one wants to battle through a tangle of grammatical errors just to read your novel, short story or poem. I ought to know since I’ve abused the English language most of my life even though I’ve been a newspaper writer for a quarter of a century. If it weren’t for spell check I would have retired long ago and become that angry old man who yells at the neighborhood kids to stay out of his yard.
Anyway, I’m presently making my final edits for Friday Night Frights, my third full-length novel. It was originally supposed to be released this Saturday but delays will keep it off the shelves until the end of the month. Part of the delays is the amount of editing that’s going on. It’s not like there’s glaring issues around every turn but instead it’s a lot of small things like comas and adjustment on how things are put so that the book is easier to read.
Helping me in this endeavor is my good friend Ashley, Miss English Major. We are going through line by line and finding things every night. It’s a trying thing to do but it has to be done so the final product is good. Not everyone can afford a high dollar editor to do all their books so I have to rely on friends.
The thing about Ashley is that she doesn’t like my writing. She has referred to me as a great storyteller but a horrible writer. I don’t know what it is. Most people who read my stuff, love it. Not my editor. She yawns, sighs and is otherwise perturbed to read my writing. And, if things are going not so well then she even cries. Now that’s something, to make your own editor cry. Thus my opening statement that you have to have thick skin to be a writer, especially when your writing is such that your own editor cries (even when the story is not sad). But, at the end of the day I want someone who is very critical. A “yes man or woman” is of no help in helping hammer out a better piece of work.
By the time you read Friday Night Frights, and I hope you will, you’ll know tears have been shed to bring it to you. Those tears, of course, are those of my editor.