Handing your work over to an editor is something I have never experienced before. But I knew I couldn't objectively read my own material and find every little mistake, nuance and bad grammar. So I reached out for help. I know a lot about this editor. I know she is an avid reader. I know she has read thousands of books. And I know she has read works like Tolstoy's "War and Peace". Handing over a fiction piece to someone who has read "War and Peace" is like giving McDonalds to someone who is used to French Cuisine.
Terrifying.
So with trepidation, I waited. She sent me the first bit. Okay. Not as bad as I thought. I have some bad habits. I can fix those. When I finally got the finished piece, it wasn't nearly as painful as I thought it would be.
Then she gave me my review. Three stars. Three stars from a girl that reads Tolstoy and Hemingway? I can live with that. In fact, if Hemingway is a five star, I'm ELATED with a three star!
Now it's over. I'm edited and I feel much more confident having my work out there.
God Bless the Editor!