Brian answers: Advice to an editor

The first question comes from blog reader backstorycat, who writes:

Hey Brian!
I’m a new editor trying to break into the publishing business. I’ve been freelancing pro gratis for several years now, and am currently applying to a few publishing houses. I’ve already taken a few post-graduate classes in editing and completed an internship. Unfortunately it’s a tough job market, and I’m beginning to lose heart. Any advice?

Hi! Thanks for the question.

First, I should mention that I’ve only been editing professionally for about two years myself. The very beginning of my editing journey was in February 2015, when I signed up for a subscription to the Chicago Manual of Style. It wasn’t until June 2015 that I landed my first paying job, and even that offered a very modest salary.

So this may be the blind leading the blind, to some extent. And probably some of my advice is stuff you’re already doing. But here we go.

First, you said you’ve been freelancing pro gratis, for free. Have you tried freelancing pro [I don’t know Latin] money? That might be a good intermediate step, a way to build a solid professional resume that can help you land a bigger job. Or you might find that you like freelancing and want to keep doing that full-time. Many people do.

There are a lot of ways to ramp up your freelancing. Talk to your past clients, and see if they have any paying projects, or know anyone who does. Do some searching and find indie authors, and cold-email them to offer your services. As for publishers, you might want to start small — there’s an enormous searchable database of small presses, and again, don’t be afraid to send out emails offering to edit for them. I’m not saying you should spam, of course. Do your research, choose your targets, tailor each email to its audience. But cast a wide net.

You say you’ve taken classes and done an internship, which is great. You might consider joining the Editorial Freelancers Association (EFA). Membership is a bit steep, but I’ve found it very useful, and it looks good on a resume. If you’re a copyeditor, consider joining ACES. I belong to both, and I’ve found the EFA to be the more useful of the two, but ACES is cheaper and also looks good on a resume. Both offer a variety of networking and job-hunting opportunities, among other things.

Since you’re relatively new and relatively inexperienced, consider doing free sample edits. Many editors scorn this practice, saying that their time is valuable and they should always get paid, whether it’s for sample edits or taking editing tests or anything else. Well, my time is valuable too, and I’ve gotten a number of paying jobs that way, so in my opinion, it’s worth it for less-experienced editors. Or, from the client’s point of view — why should they take a chance on an unknown editor of uncertain ability, without some proof of their skills?

I’d also suggest becoming a jack-of-all-trades. The more skills you have, the more job opportunities there are. If a client wants me to do something that I’m not currently qualified to do, my standard response is, “I haven’t done that before, but I’d love to learn.” If you specialize in Chicago style, try picking up AP or APA. Never fact-checked before? Give it a shot. Not sure how to edit Australian English? No time like the present. As long as you’re (1) open and honest about your lack of experience, and (2) willing to spend the time on research and do the best job you possibly can, it’s a win-win.

Of course, you also want to be sure that your core editing skills are very, very strong. If you’re a copyeditor: Read your preferred style guide cover to cover and take notes, if you haven’t already. You should have an opinion about when to use “judgment” vs. “judgement,” and “toward” vs. “towards,” and “gray” vs. “grey,” and “blond” vs. “blonde,” to name only a few. You should have a strong opinion about whether it’s okay to end sentences with prepositions, and whether the singular “they” is acceptable, and whether it’s all right to use “literally” as an intensifier. In other words, when you take an editing test, you want to be confident that you can not only pass, but impress.

If you’re an American editor — and maybe even if you’re a non-American editor — you really should have a copy of Garner’s Modern English Usage. If you have a dictionary, but you don’t have Garner’s, you’re flying blind. That’s how important it is.

I’d also recommend a paid subscription to the Unabridged Merriam-Webster Dictionary. It might seem strange to pay for this when the regular Merriam-Webster is free, but you get two major benefits. First, as implied by “Unabridged,” you get more words — a lot of relatively obscure (but potentially important) stuff that the regular dictionary just doesn’t have. And second, the paid version has no ads, which means the pages load faster, which is really nice when you’re looking up a bajillion words. The subscription is only $30/year, which isn’t bad, IMO.

If you use Windows and MS Word, and especially if you’re a copyeditor, consider getting PerfectIt. It’s basically spellcheck on steroids, and it’s caught countless little mistakes and inconsistencies that I wouldn’t have noticed otherwise.

Oh, and if you don’t have a professional website, I’d strongly suggest making one. Not only does it make you seem more professional yourself, it also gives potential clients a sense of what you’re all about. In fact, I met my most recent client when they emailed me and said they wanted me and no one else, because they could tell from my website that we’d be compatible. It really does make a difference, IMO.

As for social media … I think you could go either way. Being active on Twitter or Facebook can certainly be helpful, but it’s mostly helpful if you’re already interested in, or even excited about, communicating that way. If social media sounds awful and you create an account just for the sake of self-promotion, your lack of enthusiasm will probably come through in your tweets/posts, and you may be better off focusing your energy elsewhere.

Whew! That’s a lot of info I just dumped out there, and I could probably ramble on for another hour. Did I answer your question? If you have any thoughts or follow-up questions, by all means, leave a comment.

I’ve got four more questions in the queue already, and I’ll get to those soon. But if you haven’t asked a question yet, you’re still welcome to do so. Keep ’em coming!

Ask Brian anything!

It’s time once again for … ASK BRIAN ANYTHING.

What do you want to know? I’ll answer any question, even personal stuff. (The answer might be “I’m not going to tell you,” but hey.) Possible topics include:

  • Writing, editing, books, ampersands & pilcrows
  • Fatherhood
  • Software development (I’m no longer in IT, but I still write literally dozens of lines of code per year)
  • Depression
  • President Trump’s ongoing quest to make history remember Joseph McCarthy fondly by comparison
  • Religion(s)
  • Buffy the Vampire Slayer
  • Etymology
  • Anything whatsoever
  • Wait, not THAT! … oh, okay, even that

And … go!

This might be relevant

Follow-up question: If the MS Paint remixes of your movie have better dialogue than your actual movie, what do you do?

A is for apple, B is for …

I rarely think much about possible gender bias against men in books, movies, or shows. The bias against women has been so lopsided, for so long, that if the needle occasionally swings the other way, I’m not going to lose any sleep about it.

Even so, this book I just bought for Evan is a bit … odd.

Yep, that’s right. I’m going to analyze a book with cardboard pages.

It’s a typical alphabet book in most ways. Animals, shapes, other basic words. C is for cat, D is for dog. O is for orange, A is for apple.

G is for girl. Makes sense. And B is for …

… balloons. Huh. Okay.

That would be slightly odd by itself. What’s especially strange is that B, like all the letters, has an additional word hidden under a flap. So the secondary B is for …

“Boy” wasn’t even in their top two.

Still, not a huge deal. What else have we got?

Q is for queen. Again, makes sense. And K is for …

K is for kite. (Under the flap, K is for kangaroo.)

Let’s keep going.

H is for hen. And R is for …

(Under the flap, R is for rabbit.)

In fact, there’s not a single item in the book that’s identified as male. The closest we get is “L is for lion,” where the picture is a male lion, judging by the mane. And I guess the kid on the cover might be a dude, I’m not really sure.

I mean, I’m not offended or anything. Even my ego, fragile though it may be, isn’t that fragile. But it does seem a little odd, doesn’t it?

Anyone else spend their time analyzing kids’ books? What have you noticed?

End of an era

As a computer programmer and former IT professional, I always need to be on the cutting edge of technology. So I’m excited to announce that I’ve replaced my flip phone (left), a model I’d been using for over a decade. My new device is something called a “smartphone” (right).

If you keep up on the latest gadgets, you may have heard about smartphones already. This particular model is known as an “iPhone.” The “i” stands for “impossible to flip closed.” Let me tell you, they’re not kidding about that one.

These are early days, but my first impressions are mostly positive. You can access the internet (!), take videos, and install one or more of something called an “app,” which I assume is short for “Appa.” And, while my old phone did have touchscreen capabilities, the new phone does things when you touch the screen. I’m wary of this feature, mindful of what happened the last time I touched something the size and shape of a mousetrap, but so far bone breakage has been minimal.

If anyone has any questions about this new technology, fire away. I’m a very sophisticated tech guru, but I’ll do my best to dumb it down to terms you can understand.

Juvenilia

ju·ve·ni·lia — noun : artistic or literary compositions produced in the author’s youth and typically marked by immaturity of style, treatment, or thought : youthful writing or other artistic work

You mean like this high-school-era MS Paint masterpiece from yours truly?

Immaturity of style … pshaw. This is GLORIOUS.

Live fast, die younglings

You remember this part from Revenge of the Sith, right? The fascist revolution is in full swing, and Anakin’s gone full-on whiny Dark Side, and he’s slicing up everything in sight for reasons that remain dubious at best. He walks into this room:

The kids younglings hiding behind the chairs come out. It’s Skywalker! They’re saved!

Then Anakin gives him this look that’s pure stomach cramps evil:

And he whips out his lightsaber …

The scene cuts away there, implying that what comes next — Anakin murdering all the kids — is simply too awful to show.

But I’m not so sure about all that.

Yeah, okay, so Obi-Wan supposedly finds some kids’ bodies later, and watches a recording of the alleged murders, yada, yada. That’s just a cover-up by George Lucas.

See, people don’t give these younglings enough credit. What, they automatically get slaughtered just because they’re not old enough to drive? Let’s look at the facts:

  • The kids outnumber Annykins by at least seven to one — and I bet there are more hiding somewhere.
  • On closer inspection (click the pictures above to enlarge), they all have little weapons that appear to be lightsabers.
  • They’ve been trained by the best teachers in the galaxy, and they’ve been hanging out there in the Temple with Master Yoda, who would have definitely taught them some sweet tricks.
  • None of these children look even remotely scared, apart from that dude gawking in the middle. And even he’s probably just concerned that Anna Kinninina needs to find a bathroom.

Here’s what I think really went down.

First off, at least one of these kids is for sure a complete, certified, 100% hardcore badass.

He leaps up and whips out this crazy three-bladed lightsaber he made in shop class one day for extra credit. While Darth N00b steps back to fend off this preadolescent beatdown, the other munchkins rush him from all sides with ROY G. BIV lightsabers, yelling “Taste the rainbow!” A kickass metal remix of “Duel of the Fates” starts jamming in the background. After five minutes of epic choreography, Darth Wannabe hightails it out of there and barely escapes with his life.

And then later Padme’s all:

And Anakin’s like:

Man, I should write Star Wars movies. Do they need anyone for Episode IX?

Crane Girl first draft — COMPLETE!

Finished less than an hour ago. Total page count: 310. Total word count: 127,000.

That’s 127,000 exactly, which is kinda weird. Especially since 27 is my lucky number (as far as I believe in such things) and 127 is part of “bbd127,” the standard username I use for lots of my website accounts. (Okay, confession: It was 126,999, and I couldn’t let that stand. I just had to add another word. But even so, that’s still pretty weird, right?)

Still lots of work to do, even before I start the Big Revision. I need to sit down and read through all the new stuff I’ve written since Part I (i.e., Parts II, III, and IV). That’s 77,311 words right there. And I’ve gotta do some touching up, a little clarifying and cleaning, before it goes to my beta readers — the goal for that is still May 20.

But the draft is done, and I’m pretty happy with it.

Actually, I’m very happy with it. This took a long damn time, and it feels good to cross the finish line at last.

Lucky

I think a lot about how ridiculously, absurdly, over-the-top lucky I am. Sure, some of my blessings are things I’ve “earned” with hard work or good decisions, but the overwhelming majority are things that I simply, somehow, get to have. I could take an entire book of blank pages and fill it with nothing but a list of the wonders that I’ve apparently received by default, that no amount of gratitude can ever compensate.

There’s the big stuff, the stuff that leaps immediately to mind: Evan, Betsy, my parents, the rest of my family, my friends. Clean water, clean air, plenty of food, good health, enough money to cover all necessities and lots of not-necessaries. Being able to read and write and figure out 7 times 30. Having a house. Not getting shot or stabbed or executed or bombed, or arrested for no reason. Endless, unconditional love. Being surrounded by people who believe in God and love me even though I don’t. Not being addicted to heroin. Having a purpose. Experiencing joy.

There’s the small(er) stuff, that still feels big: Having about a million books on beautiful bookshelves with bookends shaped like dragons. The existence of Little Miss Sunshine and Babylon 5 and The Lord of the Rings and “The Second Coming” by W. B. Yeats and “I Ship It” by Not Literally. Hot coffee. Cold coffee. The fact that controlling my own fingers is genuinely telekinesis, and talking to people is genuinely telepathy. The ability to write these words and give them to you, and your ability to read them or not, as you decide. The words sockdolager and brandish and sesquipedalian. Dover Castle, the cliffs of Dover, and the poem “Dover Beach.” Graham’s number. Guinness beer.

And then there’s the in-between stuff, that’s slightly less obvious but no less utterly incredible. The fact that I don’t have (symptoms of) depression, and the pills responsible have virtually no side effects. The fact that I have never, not once, not once, encountered any stigma for having mental illness. The fact that I don’t even think of “mental illness” as a bad thing, aside from, you know, it sucks to have it. The sheer existence of libraries, and Google, and Wikipedia. The fact that copyediting — which is literally mostly just reading stuff carefully — is somehow a job that you can get paid for.

All of that. All of that is just page one of the entire book I could fill with this stuff.

The literary half of my brain knows that this post is a cliche, and a bit on the sappy side, but there are worse things to be.

I’m still lucky.

Crane Girl progress update

I finished Part III of the first draft today! Getting very close to finishing the whole thing.

Here’s an excerpt from the draft-in-progress:

It was a dim and storm-fraught evening. The grayish sky pulsed scintillatingly, like a layer of grayish Jell-O smeared with generous abandon across all the vaulted dome of the skiey firmament. It was like, wow. That’s some gray sky.

The girl, Miss Crane — whilst operating the crane machinery — craned her neck to see the feathered crane flying by. She loved the shape of its skull, especially its cranium.

“Hey Stork Dame,” crowed Maxwell Folger, the stormy-coiffed Designated Love Interest (DLI), snatching her irreverently from her reverie. “Who’s your favorite author?”

“The guy that wrote Red Badge of Courage,” she articulated.

“And who’s your favorite Batman character?”

“The dude who turned into the Scarecrow,” she ventilated.

“And what’s your favorite source for hydration?”

She cogitated extemporaneously. “Well …”

Okay, but seriously though, I did finish Part III today. And it doesn’t use the word scintillatingly even once.

That’s what revision is for.