I am currently editing a good novel (Eleanore by Megan Payne) that is almost but not quite a romance novel. I don’t know the rules of that genre: what’s acceptable and what isn’t, what the readers expect. If it had been a straightforward romance novel I would have sent Megan to a specialist romance editor I know in Northland. But I can help her to get the structure right, the characters plausible (we’ve already changed the lawyer heroine from partner to senior associate), each character’s voice distinct and the timeline right.
This is so not about the rules of punctuation and grammar.
Stephen Stratford on editors.
Definitely go read the whole post, which gives a good insight into the Life and Times of an Editor.
Related: I once worked for some dudes who, upon discovering I was “a writer”, instantly set me the task of proofing all the documents that came out of our team. When I kept missing typos (I’m a “whole word” reader, so I find typos almost impossible to detect if there of the sort that does’t get squiggly lined in Word) I got some narky comment along the lines of, “We’d assumed you would’ve been better at this sort of work.”
This, incidentally, was after said speaker had found one typo on page 15 of a 60 page document I’d previously rewritten from my teammate’s “unintelligible stream-of-consciousness technoburble” to “readable sentences”. Meaning I may have been feeling a bit defensive when I spluttered out something along the lines of, “I’m a writer! I’m terrible at editing! I have people for that!”
To say that didn’t go down well would be an understatement, but, well. In retrospect, those guys were assholes, so what’re you going to do?
Tl;dr, editing is hard, thankless fucking work and y’all should go hug your editor today.