For so many years, my entire life was absorbed by editing and writing. There were manuscripts, deadlines, images, marketing, authors–everything that makes up the life of a book publisher. Yes, the glamorous world of book publishing! How many times we laughed about that phrase as my entire team of employees would work until the wee hours to get out that Super Rush extra large orders of our best-selling books! Cardboard box. . .look at the order. . .fill with books. . .put in the packing slip. . .tape up the box. . .label the box. . .hand the box over to my warehouse people and they would weigh it, then place it on the correct palette. And we started all over again. We did not do this extraordinary effort too many times, just enough times to remember the camaraderie of my group, getting OUR books out. The joy of birthing a manuscript into a book was something that made everything else worth while!
I am fortunate today, for I am still editing books. Authors bring me their heart’s work, and ask that I bring it to industry standards. What greater honor as an editor can I have? My editing philosophy is to be a light-fingered editor: I want the voice of the author to be heard, not mine. Unless asked, I don’t rewrite. I do make sure the proper punctuation is there, plus the right word for the author’s meaning. I do make copious notes for the authors, both of what I did and what I suggest they do. I don’t tinker with the soul of their books. My author’s voice must be heard.
That is satisfying work for me.