For a literary snob, finding an editor is a stressful activity–very stressful, indeed. The sheer quantity of freelance editors makes it difficult to slog through the pile, even when instantly rejecting those with sloppy grammar, pink websites and/or a penchant for Ar Hermann font. I wanted someone with a literary voice, and someone who didn’t show anxiety in the presence of adverbs and the passive voice. I also needed an editor who would follow the rules until it was necessary to break them.
I found one. His name is John McAllister.
He is well-educated, well-trained and experienced. He has a nice writing style. (It’s been suggested I chose him because his writing style is similar to mine. That’s the point.)
For those of you who need confirmation: he did excellent work, he did it on schedule, and he answered my extra questions for free. Yes, I’ll be using his services again.
For those of you who are looking for the cloud around the silver lining, he likes serial commas. (He is, however, able to bite his tongue and allow me my old-fashioned British tendencies.)
My father’s blessing on this enterprise was that I might find my Covici. I think that more than one book will be required to assess that accurately, but the bigger problem is that I would then have to be a “rarest experience”. That’s a lot of responsibility, and I think I’ll leave that to the literary deity who deserved it.