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my ninth grade english teacher is my friend on facebook, and the only time we ever interact is if I post something about writing.
like, she bursts out of the trees like she& #39;s actual cannibal shia labeouf to like my artsy photo of my fountain pen on my expensive tomoe river journal
or she& #39;ll comment on my announcements about pursuing literary-adjacent careers like, "don& #39;t forget to write your book!" because she just wholesomely believes in me
anyways, when people ask why I want to be an editor instead of piloting the books myself as the author, I think about the sheer delight of walking into a world someone else has built so meticulously and beginning to try and identify the themes
i LOVE meeting new, compelling characters and finding out what makes them tick. there is no delight like understanding someone& #39;s art and helping to refine it so that their message gets across with a PUNCH
I have absolutely no desire to make any author& #39;s world my own. I just want to see their work thrive. I want to see it affect people the way I know it can. sometimes I like to polish a lesser-developed side of something that has more nuance than the author is giving it credit for
