…with the dictum of “write drunk, edit sober” is finding the time. To be sober. Still, I’ve made the time and had three editing passes at CH. The third and last – of mine – was tonight. Just after, I sent it off to a copyeditor I hired from Upwork.com, recommended to me by someone I trust. I wrote up a story summary, what I wanted, and what I was willing to pay.
A week later (sober!), I reviewed the list of about thirty applicants for my job. Most of the replies were reasonable. A few were laughable: “While no editing experience, I’ve a Masters in English from [insert liberal arts college here] and plenty of time to work on your manuscript while working as a barrista!” I’ve never grasped why we import Central Americans to mow our lawns when someone from Kenyon can do it; and they’re just up the road.
What’s one of my sig lines, kids? That’s right: there are no such things as coincidences. One of the applicants – with lots of experience – also went to UC San Diego. I didn’t ask if she was Catholic, but with a surname of San Nicolas, I bet she knows where the Neuman Center is, which looms so large in the lives of Cat and Chris. After a brief exchange to make sure she was okay with sex and violence, I clicked “Hire.”
I look forward to her telling me how awful CH is. And, how to fix it.
Now: where to find designers for the cover…