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Manuscript Editing Services

What Does An Editor Do?


I offer Line/Copyediting, Content Editing, & 1st Chapter Analysis. Examples:

Line Editing:

Line editing is time-consuming as I go over each word to make sure it's used properly. The common misused words are:


to, too, two                they're, their, there            affect, effect
course, coarse           accept, except                   bare, bear
weather, whether       hair, hare                         here, hear
here, hear                  war, wore                         week, weak
our, are                     meet, meat                        advise, advice

Simple words, but when a manuscript is riddled with misspelled and/or misused words, it signals to an agent that the writer hasn't done their homework. Or worse, that the writer is sloppy. The next logical conclusion is, if the writer is sloppy in grammar, the writer is also sloppy in the storytelling. More often than not, the manuscript is tossed.

Don't let that happen to you.

EXAMPLE OF LINE/COPY EDITING
A Rough Draft:

Sandra glanced out the window in her third-story office, wishing she were heading home on this dreary, rainy day. But she had to get the report completed, had promised her boss she'd have the sales report on his desk by eight in the morning.
         
Below, downtown Los Angeles spread in every direction, and even in the rain, hordes of people scurried about, rushing to their cars, bus stop, or to the Metro Link for their ride home after another work-day in the City of Angels.
          
Angels. Sandra thought of her daughter, Joy. Blonde hair and blue-eyed, she truly looked like the blessing she was, born after years of trying for a baby and finally giving up. Her husband, raised in a Italian family of six siblings, never understood why she so desperately wanted a baby. But Sandra was an only child, lost in her parent's scramble in the academic world. She longed for someone just for her, to love and to love her in return.
          
They were going to celebrate her fifth birthday this weekend, and as it got closer and closer, Joy kept up a steady chatter of questions about the big surprise her mother had promised. A three-day trip to Disneyland wasn't in Sandra's budget, but they had been through so much with the divorce and change in babysitters. And Joy missed her father so much, even though he hadn't been affectionate with her.
          
Suddenly, a man across the street caught her attention. She couldn't say why; she couldn't even see his face under the black umbrella. He wore a long gray raincoat. Curious now, Sandra kept watching. He seemed to be pacing the man about five feet in front of him. The man in back took a gun from his briefcase, held it at his side, then rushed up to the man in front, raised the gun and fired. The man dropped. The man with the gun fired two more shots. Some people stopped and stared, others hurried away. The people who stopped didn't look at the gunman; they stared at the fallen man. One woman rushed to him and kneeled by his side. The man with the gun dropped the weapon into his briefcase, then, as if suddenly aware of someone watching him, glanced up at the window. He stopped. Their gazes locked. Sandra stumbled back from the window, still able to see him. He was still looking at her window. She felt behind her for her desk lamp and switched it off. Too late. He was crossing the street toward her building.

After Line/Copy Editing:

Sandra glanced out her third-story office window, wishing she were home with her daughter on this dreary, rainy day. But she had to get the report completed, had promised Rich she'd have the intricate sales report ready on his desk by eight in the morning.

Below, downtown Los Angeles spread in every direction, and people scurried about, rushing to their cars, bus stop, or to the Metro Link for their trip home after another workday in the City of Angels.

Angels. Sandra thought of her daughter, Joy. Blonde hair and blue-eyed, she was a blessing, born after years of trying for a baby and finally giving up. They were going to celebrate her fifth birthday this weekend, and Joy had kept up a steady chatter of questions about the big surprise her mother had promised. A day at Disneyland wasn't in Sandra's budget, but they had been through so much with the divorce and change in babysitters that Sandra decided to treat her daughter to a special day.
Joy missed her father, even though he hadn't been affectionate with her, and she didn't understand why he was no longer there.

Suddenly, a man across the street caught her attention. She couldn't say why; she couldn't even see his face under the black umbrella. He wore a long gray raincoat and carried a briefcase.

Curious now, Sandra kept watching. He was keeping pace with the man five feet in front of him. He took a gun from his briefcase, then, holding it at his side, moved closer to the man in front. He aimed at the man's back and fired. The wounded man dropped. The gunman fired two more shots. Some people stopped and stared; others hurried away. No one looked at the gunman; they all stared at the fallen man. One woman rushed to him and kneeled by his side. The man with the gun dropped the weapon into his briefcase, then, as if suddenly aware of someone watching him, glanced up at the window. He stopped. Their gazes locked. Sandra stumbled back from the window, still able to see him. He was still looking at her window. She felt behind her for her desk lamp and switch it off. Too late. He was crossing the street toward her building.



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