Seriously? I’m an Editor?

Yup, I guess so. But I still laugh to myself and probably always will … When did I become an editor? Oh, right. When a good friend — Sandra Elaine Scott — asked me to help her in 2011 with a book she’d written about her beloved mother (In Memory of a Saint).

Back then, I was just Susan, the Grammar Goddess, helping a friend, not an editor. Trust me. The thought never crossed my mind.

But a few of her books later, and a few mentions that I’d helped her with her books started changing my life. One by one they came, as if out of a forest, searching for light.

Could I help with their book? Glad to.

Could I clean it up, make it look professional? Sure.

Could I make it a best-seller? Um. No.

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Fast-forward to December 2019 and the madness that occasionally hits me squarely in the face. Yesterday was a doozy — in a good way, but still.

Working on two 175-page books at the same time. Back and forth.

A friend emails me: Can I take a look at HER book, her second book? Well, take a look isn’t exactly what she meant. Work on her book is what she hoped for.

When did she want it back?