There comes a time in the writer’s life when he understands that his book can never be finished, only abandoned, and he feels the urge to show it to the world, hoping that it might make him not famous, not rich, but immortal…
The Ideal Editor
After much thoughtful consideration I have decided that because of my peculiar circumstances – being a highschool dropout writing in a language that nobody around me speaks – the most suitable editor for Oliver Colors (The Biography of a Moonbeamed Painter) must be an English teacher, a woman who is neither too young nor too old, has an interest in the language, reads classic as well as contemporary books, works daily with children and can correct their errors without making them feel stupid, and knows what an Oxford comma is.
- A woman because of the content of the story. Also, because most readers are women. The novel would be probably dead without women.
- A teacher because she is used to correcting errors in a way that encourages development. Also because she deals with children and young persons often. Oliver Colors is more than a child, but less than a man. She will know how to handle him.
The Search So Far
Where I shall find such a rare being I do not know. Living in a shadowy attic, I do not have in my meager list of acquaintances a single English teacher, but alas, I have the web. I put Google to good use, and found some candidates and tried to contact them, but so far none replied. Oliver is not to pleased about it. I’ll keep searching though.
A Word About Professional Editing Services
I notice that there are professional editing services on the web. Costly services I might add, but you know that I would go without eating for a week or two to please Oliver. It’s not a question of money. Professional as those services might be, I don’t think they are suitable for the kind of book I’ve written.
I think that there have always been two kinds of books: those crafted with love, and those manufactured. You, avid reader, know which is which.
Those professional editors are responsible for the manufactured kind. I’m not speaking about quality, but about intent. Manufactured books can be of excellent quality. But they are intended to sell, not to bring immortality.
Professional editors are excelled for established genres, like crime fiction, romance, erotica. They know those markets well, and know the publishers too, and can help you, for a considerable fee. But Oliver is wary of them.
The Boy Fetches His Magnifying Glass
I’ll keep searching for an independent editor. An school teacher preferably, or at least a freelancer, with whom I can establish a literary connection and maybe even become friends. Someone who can read as a reader and edit as a teacher, and who will do it first for the joy of the words, and only second for the money.
Do you have an editor? Where have you found him/her?