Editing is a humbling experience.
I’ve heard it said that people who can, do & people who can’t, teach.
Personally, I think that’s a crock of cr@p. The best teachers are the ones who have slogged through the mire in their field of study and can teach you how to stay away from the tar pits.
A better way to say it might be this: People who are really bad at everything else and thought teaching was going to be easier are going to be really bad teachers.
I know what you’re going to say, “What does that have to do with editing?”
Some of the best editors I know are also writers.
I should mentioned at this point that I’ve never been a teacher or an editor and I probably don’t know what the hell I’m talking about.
I do know a little something about being on the other end of editing.
The first time my “babies” (aka, books) were slashed into little pieces, I cried. Mostly because of all the squiggles I had no hope of reading. It’s like someone threw red spaghetti all over the page and I had to decipher what it means.
Yes, I admit it; knowing that I had a lot to learn about writing was horrifying. I still have a lot to learn, but my tolerance for slash-that-sentence has increased to the point where I can look at the offending pixels and hit the delete button.
Instead of something that looks like this, covering up the words…
A word processor actually strikes through the words that need to be deleted and
has some sanity to it gives them a different color. What a concept!
I can say, without a doubt, I’m developing a sense of humor when it comes to words:
Now that my creative frenzy has ceased, I find editing rather refreshing.
If only I knew what I was doing.