Why I Love My Editors

Price of a Kiss has now been professionally edited and proofread!!  I'm so glad I got both done, and not because the first round editor sucked, because she didn't. Not at all.  She totally rocks!  I swear, I learn a dozen new grammar rules every time I work with her. She knows, like, everything!

But the more eyes that go over a manuscript, the better!  I can't tell you how many times I re-read my story before turning it in for edits (well, it was like six times all the way through, or something like that, and around twenty-some for the first few chapters...not that I was counting), and there were still just soooo many things I missed.

To share a few, here are ten very minor oopsies I made that I didn't catch the first twenty-six rounds through.  Can you spot all my mistakes?

--A middle-age female stepped from the shadows in the neighbor’s yard and strolled told me.

--If that hadn’t convinced he was forbidden, then Wednesday night certainly did.

--I didn’t want a hoard of strangers prowling through my loft.

--He stay rooted on the landing outside. 

--“Your curiosity has no filter whatsoever, does is?” 

--He nearly leapt out his shorts.

--I reached campus ten minutes before my class started, which made my gnash my teeth and wonder if I’d had time to primp after all.

--Her torso when limp and floppy.

--I swore I was going ignore him altogether.

--But I certainly wasn’t supposed to be bumping into him…or siting on my knees in front of him.

So, did you catch them all?  Are you editor quality?  Yeah, I'm totally not. If I could afford it, I'd have fifty people go over my story before I published it.  But, until then, it's back to re-reading it myself twenty-six times through!

For those of you who want to check yourselves, here are the correct ways the sentences are supposed to be:

--A middle-age female stepped from the shadows in the neighbor’s yard and strolled *TOWARD* me.

--If that hadn’t convinced *ME* he was forbidden, then Wednesday night certainly did.

--I didn’t want a *HORDE* of strangers prowling through my loft.

--He *STAYED* rooted on the landing outside.

--“Your curiosity has no filter whatsoever, does *IT*?” 

--He nearly leapt out *OF* his shorts.

--I reached campus ten minutes before my class started, which made *ME* gnash my teeth and wonder if I’d had time to primp after all.

--Her torso *WENT* limp and floppy.

--I swore I was going *TO* ignore him altogether.

--But I certainly wasn’t supposed to be bumping into him…or *SITTING* on my knees in front of him.

Hope everyone has a great weekend!