It’s been a long time since I’ve raised my head around here. A long time since I’ve gollumed into view from between dark places to appear on the “interwebs”. It’s only because I’ve been editing. Editing, not writing. And it’s writing that gets all the glory.
The biggest problem of marketing great editing is that I am expected to show them something to prove it.
That becomes difficult when the last thing any client wants is for me to use their rough drafts as examples.
“As you can see, the misuse of the word, ‘there’ was wrong 89% of the time in this unauthorized sharing of their manuscript with you. Proving that I’m not only a gossip but an unethical creep.”
Who would hire someone like that? When even the act of asking someone to edit your work is like opening your chest and baring your heart? No one. Because it takes immense courage to open that vulnerable place and let a stranger in without having to worry about becoming the bad example. So, when it comes to provable work-pieces, I’m not sharing sh*t.
I’m not, by any means, suggesting that sharing is common in this field. At all. I’m only explaining my lack of original content lately.
Because there just isn’t enough time to create something good when you’re helping someone else create perfection.
It’s because of my dedication to you, dear readers and clients, that I sacrifice…having more reads readers to not read…my…Hey! It makes sense in my head. You get the idea.
Molotov Ink is alive and well. Contact me any time.
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Again, tight lips, no judging.