How To Edit A Novels & Stories

"Well,I may or may not have posted a video of Mia being beaten by you but instead Natalie is in the video and you aren't" "Wait! What? Doesn't that make me a brother beater or whatever you guys call it." "Oops! Did I mention I also cut out your face and put a random guys own" Eduardo says with a smile on his face. Liam nods and finally crouch down to pick his falling documents "that's really good of you" he commends. "Well am not an editor for nothing." "Let's just sit back and let the netizens do what they do best" •••••

It didn’t. “I just need to finish editing a few things first,” I added, gesturing vaguely toward the media room as if that explained anything. He nodded once. “I’ll wait.” “You don’t have to.” “I know.” A faint pause, then, “I’ll wait.” There wasn’t anything to argue with, so I nodded and headed back inside, hoping work would settle whatever was buzzing under my skin. It didn’t. I opened the same folder three times and adjusted the exposure on a photo of the team bus until I somehow made it worse. By the time Melissa appeared in the doorway, I was hovering over the undo button like it had personally offended me.

She picked up her laptop, opened her inbox, and clicked on the latest email. The moment she saw those photos of Cedric, she couldn't help frowning slightly. She'd copied them off the USB that held the photos from the photo shoot and cropped herself out of each one. Then, she'd sent them to Jason so he could edit them and erase any trace of the cropping.

"You were right." I stepped closer. "It wasn't damaged?" She shook her head. "No. It wasn't corrupted during recording." "What about storage?" "Nothing wrong there either." My heartbeat quickened. "So what happened?" Olivia looked directly at me. "Someone edited this video." Daniel folded his arms. "You're sure?" She turned her laptop toward us. "The file was saved normally. Then it was opened later, and the ending was removed before it was saved again." I stared at the screen.

It preserved moments exactly as they existed before time had the chance to steal them away. She placed her camera gently on her desk and connected it to her laptop. The familiar electronic chime echoed through the room, followed by rows upon rows of tiny image previews appearing across the screen. Hundreds of memories from the day waited patiently to be organized. Nora wrapped both hands around her mug of cooling tea before beginning her routine. Editing had always been almost therapeutic for her. It demanded precision, patience, and complete focus—three things she desperately needed.

Jay settles in front of a laptop, eager to view the contents of the drive. With a sly grin forming on his face, Jay scoffs as he watches the video clip in its entirety. "Is this the best that bitch can do, Blackwood?" he remarks, confident in his own abilities. Blackwood, ever the loyal bodyguard, suggests editing the video to their advantage. Jay, a skilled editor of videos and images, swiftly takes charge. He meticulously edits the footage, manipulating it to serve their purposes. Lean back in his seat, a smirk adorns Jay's handsome face, radiating a sense of power and control.

The footage shifted. This time, it showed Elliot… arguing with someone I didn’t recognize. His voice was tense. Angry. Then Marcus meeting someone secretly. Then Liam standing alone in a dark parking lot, speaking into a phone. I felt dizzy. “You edited this,” I whispered. “Of course,” she said lightly. “But editing doesn’t create behavior. It only reframes it.” My chest tightened painfully. “What do you want me to do?” I asked. She smiled slowly. “Choose.” The word echoed.

She replied to her, in a very calm tone. “Really so who do you think it would be?” I said I didn’t get to see the person closely or do you want us to watch the video again.” “No never, I never want to see that or watch that video again.” “Okay then let me send the video to someone who is a guru in editing. He could be really helpful to us, you know.” “Yh, let's do that. '' Kassady supported the idea Bianca suggested. Bianca left the living room immediately and called her friend who was a guru in editing. She sent the video and waited for reply.

“Dedicated?” She laughs, “Let’s get your video out there.” I give my phone and she shows me how to edit everything on her laptop. The difference in the quality of my videos and our pictures is evident but she dims the lighting so it looks better. The audio is muted while she edits it, and thank fuck because I was screaming his name while fucking myself on my fingers. Using her own video that she recorded in her car, she shows me how to mute words and sentences I don’t want anyone to hear. It’s pretty late when we’re done, I fall asleep in her bed, in my lingerie, and on top of my phone.

She thought about the section written for the person at the gate. "I'll send it to you," she said. "The version that's been edited for general use." The edited version. She had been working on it for two years, in the margins of other things. The personal record's gate-letter section, adapted for a wider reader, maintaining the honesty of the original while removing the specific personal details that belonged only to her family. It was almost ready. The network session had told her it was time to finish it. She went home and finished it that week. And sent it.