What Can an Editor Do That You Can't?--Reb MacRath
Tomfoolishness and poverty prevented me for too long from having anyone edit my work. After all, I reasoned, what could one do that I couldn't? I went through every page no less than fifty times, then ran the last through Premium ProWriting Aid. I had beta readers too. And I had won a Stoker Award, along with some glowing reviews. But I'd entered the Zone of the Big-Time Boohoo, readier by the day to rant until the cows came home against agents and trad publishing. Or, worse, to beg hourly on Facebook for more reviews and sales. My work, I believed, had been good enough--but good enough no longer cuts it. Last year I reviewed my quandary in a colder light. I'd been around for decades: first as a horror writer, then as the author of mysteries too quirky and short for the gatekeepers' taste. And, as an older writer, I may have grown set in my ways--likely more than a few of them bad. I had to reinvent myself, to do something dramatically different. It had to be bigger a...