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's actual cannibal shia labeouf to like my artsy photo of my fountain pen on my expensive tomoe river journal

or she'll comment on my announcements about pursuing literary-adjacent careers like, "don'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'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'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

I live for the shot of dopamine I get when I see someone's sweat, blood, and tears come to life. Taking what's already there and helping the author perfect it is the DREAM.

This thread has been brought to you by a note I have on my phone called 'Great Worms from Beyond'.