A Short About Editing

Besides being a writer, I do a large amount of editing (which is part of the reason this blog goes into stealth mode for long periods of time).  And through the years, I have worked for a lot of companies, editing everything from novels to dissertations (in every style imaginable).  Recently, I came across one company: Paper True.  They seem like a great company, and to begin working for them, one of the requirements is posting a short post on my blog.

Paper true, found at https://www.papertrue.com, is a proofreading services that serves almost everyone.  In the past, I have enjoyed editing for companies like these.  Finding a wide array of people and working on all different kinds of projects is exciting.  I’ve read about mobile services in Indonesia and stock index comparisons in China and a 19th century British art collector.  The best thing about sites like paper true, at least from an editor’s perspective, is the range of work you can read through.

But it is not only the range of work that makes me excited for working at a place like paper true, it is just the editing itself.  As a writer, I have come to love (and in most cases need) pulling stories from my head and making them come to life.  As an editor, I have the chance to do this, and even a bit more.  I get to see others’ ideas, mold them, shape them, form the sentences to fit the messages, and tidy up the work.  As the writer, I throw everything out there and hope for the best.  As the editor, I pick up everything the writer tossed out and shape it into something wonder.  And truly, there is no better feeling.

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Writer’s Voice Contest

Query:

Dear Whoever Reads This,

Twenty-eight people have vanished in Greenton in the last two days. Normally, John would just watch the news with the rest of the city. But he won’t. Not with his mom being one of those twenty-eight missing persons.

But as John begins the search for her in a forest outside of Greenton, breaking laws and curfews, he discovers more than just missing people. John finds a classmate, possessed and covered in black smoke. Trying to escape from the possessed boy, John is attacked by a shadow person. He thinks he is done for, and as the shadow person’s tentacles are about to plunge into John, mysterious ice creeps over the ground, killing the shadow person.

But the ice isn’t there when John is in the car with his best friend, when another shadow person kills John.

John doesn’t stay dead long. He is reborn as an ancient, magic-wielding Lighbound. The other Lightbound tell him the shadow people and the missing persons are connected. Possessions aren’t uncommon.  But this many?  The leader of the Lightbound, Charles, tells John something big is happening, and if he wants to save his mom, he’ll have to control his magic, find the missing people, and stop the darkness before it kills the missing persons, the town, and even the world.

Lightning’s Rise (87,000) is a YA fantasy that incorporates elements of myth and legend (shadow people) and turns them into something unique and frighteningly real.  Lightning’s Rise is similar to Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising in that they share the supernatural elements in a real world setting and play with the themes of light and dark.

First 250

John pressed his back into the tree, the bark burrowed into his back, but he didn’t care about the painful itchiness.  He stared straight ahead and waited.  The ground rumbled as the National Guard trucks passed along the nearby stretch of highway.  There were five trucks in total, filled with men and woman who could stop in the nearby field, comb into the woods, and find John.  And then what would he do?  The rumbling grew louder.  He imagined them, camouflaged uniforms, rifles slung around their backs, dozens of them pouring into the forest.  His heart ticked faster.  John told himself they were only here to help, only here to help find the missing people, but it didn’t stop him from digging his fingernails into the tree, shoving bark bits under his fingernails.

But the trucks kept going, and John let out a sigh when the ground stilled.  He slid down the tree, his thing sweatshirt riding up and letting some of the wood rub against his lower back.  The leaves, a swirling array of orange and red and yellow, fanned in front of the blue skies, and John could almost forget there were twenty-eight people missing for two days.  He could almost forget the lack of sleep.  He could almost forget the hunger gnawing his stomach. He could almost forget the void he felt, the pure nothingness somewhere between terror and hopelessness he had had felt since the police came to his door and told him that his mom was one of the twenty-eight.

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No, Not Dead (Yet)

I am sorry to dash your hopes, but I am not quite dead yet. Just busy. And forgetful. So, I wanted to drop by and let everyone know I will try (I know, promised before) to post more regularly.

Although, the real reason I stopped by was to share this! All the writers and English geeks will love it (if you haven’t watched it a hundred times already).

So, enjoy and you’ll be seeing me around a bit more.

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The Writer’s Voice

Dear Whoever Reads This,

Twenty-eight people have vanished in Greenton in the last two days. Normally, John would just watch the news with the rest of the city. But he won’t. Not with his mom being one of those twenty-eight missing persons.

But as John begins the search for her in a forest outside of Greenton, breaking laws and curfews, he discovers more than just missing people. John finds a classmate, possessed and covered in black smoke. Trying to escape from the possessed boy, John is attacked by a shadow person. He thinks he is done for, and as the shadow person’s tentacles are about to plunge into John, mysterious ice creeps over the ground, killing the shadow person.

But the ice isn’t there when John is in the car with his best friend, when another shadow person kills John.

John doesn’t stay dead long. He is reborn as an ancient, magic-wielding Lighbound. The other Lightbound tell him the shadow people and the missing persons are connected. Possessions aren’t uncommon.  But this many?  The leader of the Lightbound, Charles, tells John something big is happening, and if he wants to save his mom, he’ll have to control his magic, find the missing people, and stop the darkness before it kills the missing persons, the town, and even the world.

Lightning’s Rise (87,000) is a YA fantasy that incorporates elements of myth and legend (shadow people) and turns them into something unique and frighteningly real.  Lightning’s Rise is similar to Susan Cooper’s The Dark is Rising in that they share the supernatural elements in a real world setting and play with the themes of light and dark.

First 250

John pressed his back into the tree, the bark burrowed into his back, but he didn’t care about the painful itchiness.  He stared straight ahead and waited.  The ground rumbled as the National Guard trucks passed along the nearby stretch of highway.  There were five trucks in total, filled with men and women who could stop in the nearby field, comb into the woods, and find John.  And then what would he do?  The rumbling grew louder.  He imagined them, camouflaged uniforms, rifles slung around their backs, dozens of them pouring into the forest.  His heart ticked faster.  John told himself they were only here to help, only here to help find the missing people, but it didn’t stop him from digging his fingernails into the tree, shoving bark bits under his fingernails.

But the trucks kept going, and John let out a sigh when the ground stilled.  He slid down the tree, his thing sweatshirt riding up and letting some of the wood rub against his lower back.  The leaves, a swirling array of orange and red and yellow, fanned in front of the blue skies, and John could almost forget there were twenty-eight people missing for two days.  He could almost forget the lack of sleep.  He could almost forget the hunger gnawing his stomach. He could almost forget the void he felt, the pure nothingness somewhere between terror and hopelessness he had had felt since the police came to his door and told him that his mom was one of the twenty-eight.

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Quote of the Week (16)

And you thought this would be a paragraph of the week (though I should say month these days). Maybe something different is what we all need. Add some spice to life and such. So, here we go.

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Paragraph of the Week (Part 32)

Well, again, it has been a while. But, let’s not lament over lost time. Instead, here is another paragraph in the story “Waves.” We are getting to the end so hold on!

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“I could never figure out why she loved the thing, even she didn’t know. Every time I asked her, she said she couldn’t remember where she had gotten it from, just that she had it ever since she was a little kid. When I doubted her once, she whipped out a picture of when she was four and showed me the thing. And there it was, plastered around her neck.”
“She was a good woman.”
“Too good.” John sighed.
“You know, I’ve never really ——”

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Paragraph of the Week (Part 31)

Or maybe I should call it paragraph of the month at this point! With an increasing work load, it is becoming harder and harder (and more difficult to remember) to post new content. But, I’m not giving up. So, here we go.

So, you asked me to lunch and then to retrieve a mysterious object,” Jacques said, “what else will be on our itinerary for the day?”
John shrugged. “Have to see if we get the key back and if you will actually talk.”
“The key? Oh monsieur, you don’t mean…”
“She always wore it around her neck. It was the only thing left after the fire. I’ve worn it every day since then. You remember it, remember her wearing it, right?”
“Of course, it never left her body.”

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