Editor For A Book 소설 & 이야기

Her answer was a wide grin, the one with teeth and eyes crinkling. Introduction and casual talks passed back and forth while we waited for the food. Leen was a senior editor at the Ellen publishing company and apparently She loves my book and it helps that Kaleb haf put a good word for me which I reminded myself to thank him later. An hour later, I was very much satisfied with our talks. Leen had promised to find an editor for my work and scheduled for our next meeting. Meanwhile, I was supposed to pray that my work passes the review for publication which is the first step for my success.

I said on the phone. “What?” Azrael asked. “Six months, that’s all I ask for. I know omegas are the least of your favourite and my presence is a nuisance to you, but all I ask is for six months to be your editor. The thing is, ever since I picked up your book, I’ve always dreamt of meeting you, and the fact that I was given the chance to be your editor is more expensive than anything any person can give me. I’ll leave you Azrael alone, but not without trying; if we still can’t get along, then I’ll personally request them to give you an editor of your taste.” I explained as I heard ruffling from the bed.

"How about you?" "Well, I wrote short stories when I was a student but I found myself more interested in editing other people's work. I have been a book editor for four years now." She replied proudly. "I don't normally work with editors. I edit my own books but I think I could really use your opinion regarding my last book." I exclaimed. "Are you planning to stop writing?" Samuel asked. "No, it's my last book for my book series. It's a trilogy." "Well, I am a huge fan and I can see no problems with your work. And knowing that you edit your own books made me feel more nervous working with you."

You guys motivated me to keep on updating more. And I'd also like to thank my editor for promoting my book. Again, thank you for the support.

My laptop sat in front of me and I groaned in frustration when I wasn't satisfied with the editing of my book. No matter how much I edited it, I still didn't find the chapter perfect. The contest was the last for me and I couldn't afford to lose the chance of finally making a name for myself because of some tiny errors. I wished there was someone who had great knowledge about books and writing to help me out. My mind drifted to Estefan as I remembered that he was also into books and had read different varieties to have enough knowledge of them. But there was no way I would ask him for help at the moment. I would rather lose the contest than ask him for help.

Mera opens the message just to look at it confused. “Hello hotshot, it is our greatest pleasure to inform you that the contest you have joined has been finished and your brave warrior manuscript is free and is back home with a copy of what will be the outcome to be published. I would need for you to come and see it for yourself and help me decide into the book’s cover will be. I will be expecting you by Wednesday at our usual place and make sure to leave your sign of absence for those who will inquire. This is your editor from Cool Leading, Anmar.”

If he did not present her with the proper historical background, Sophie would be left with a vacant air of bewilderment - the exact expression Jim had seen on his own editor's face a few months ago after Jim handed him a draft of the manuscript he was working on. "This manuscript claims what?" His editor had choked, setting down his wine glass and staring across his half-eaten power lunch. "You can't be serious." "Serious enough to have spent a year researching it." Prominent New York editor Winston Sullivan tugged nervously at his goatee. Sullivan no doubt had heard some wild book ideas in his illustrious career, but this one seemed to have left the man flabbergasted.