Your book is finished! And you’re thinking maybe you should let someone other than your spouse or your Uncle Bean look at it. Maybe you should hire an editor.
But that sounds expensive. You’re a writer. You have a real life and real bills, real responsibilities. Who can afford an editor?
You can. You must. Whether you’re indie publishing or submitting to agents, your book needs to be clean and compelling and ready to rumble. Your readers are going to pick it up because they love to read, not because they love to edit.
You don’t have to know everything to be a writer — you just have to write. As Hemingway may or may not have said to the editors at Goodreads, “There is nothing to writing. You just sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” If you worried about every controversial comma and misplaced modifier, you’d bleed yourself dry before you ever finished a paragraph. Enter the freelance editor.
You don’t want your grammar teacher for an editor. You want the kid who skipped P.E. and Foods to hide out in the library, who may or may not have stolen that copy of Breakfast at Tiffany’s because of the great marginalia. You want an editor who takes books like medicine and dispenses poetry precisely.
You want me.