How To Edit Your Novels & Stories

Lisa had her eyes closed, as I saw on the screen monitor captured by the camera above us, but she looked to the screen when I asked her to. Honestly, it didn't matter even if our faces would be captured on the camera as we enjoyed each other in bed. Or as I make love to her with all the love my heart contains for her alone, although she is not aware of it. Nothing of any of them bothered me, nor did I let my Lisa be troubled about anything. Not even a bit disturbed because I was thinking about editing it before uploading it on the websites. A task so easy for me to do that was not even a job to be considered. I can do it in a couple of minutes if I am in a rush.

I’m deeply sorry. Thank you for your patience and continued support. From here onward, I’ll be updating the edited(real) version of the chapters and have the old ones deleted (I hope that’s possible) and I’ll do my best to ensure it doesn’t happen again. Your understanding means the world to me. Thank you. Yours, Abbywritess.

"I'm not feeling well. How about you come here to my house?" "Not a bad idea." He sounds delightful. "Good thing that you have a brain to think of that, just pin me your location, and I'll be there." You click the bait, little boss. Yes, I have a brain, duh? I edit your works with your messy grammar. I don't want to make this conversation longer, and I need to clean this place. Before I hang up, I request something that will make him blush a bit.

she gushed. We got a cab and headed to her apartment. After sorting out items from the shopping bag, We started working on my social media page. Madison taught me how to edit pictures, and merge videos with apps. It was fun and satisfying learning all these from her. As soon as he updated my profile picture on my pages, I started getting followers from women. “That's it! You can't separate pigs from dirt!" She spat.

I replayed the version my mother had shown me in my head. The bruise hadn’t been visible. The wall had been smooth. Cropped. Edited. My breath thinned. I rewound again. Zoomed further. The bruise had been cropped out. The crack in the wall erased. Someone had edited the truth. And my mother had shown me the edited version. The laptop screen went black as the video ended. I stared at my reflection in it. If that had been altered, what else had?

He held his hand out to Liam. Liam shook his hand. “Liam O’Brien. It’s good to meet you.” He still seemed a bit confused, but gave John a warm smile. Once we were shown to a table, we sat down and Liam and I started discussing my story. “Over the phone, you mentioned editing?” I took out a notepad so I could keep track of what Liam said, and make the appropriate changes later. “Nothing major,” he said, “there are just a few places where you might want to change things a bit, to make it more interesting. You know, embellish certain parts of it. We can look at it together later, and I’ll show you exactly what I mean.”

I kissed his temples, tucked him in before slipping out of the room. I checked in on Eliza and sighed in relief when I saw the noise hadn’t woken her up yet. I slipped into my home office and rewatched the footage. When I’ve edited it to how I wanted, I uploaded it to my social media account I had created recently because I knew this day would come. My fingers flew across the keys as I typed the post that would start the unravelling of everything.

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.

I read the draft over once, then again, and the second read-through made my stomach drop. "Becca." I turned my laptop slightly toward her. "Read this. Tell me honestly." She leaned over, scanning the screen, her eyebrows slowly climbing. "Ari." "I know." "This reads like a love letter with a few hockey stats sprinkled in." "I know." I dropped my head into my hands. "I need to fix it." I went back through, cutting the line about his father, trimming the parts that sounded too personal, until what remained felt closer to journalism and further from whatever it had almost become. I read it one final time and hit send before I could talk myself into editing it again.

"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" •••••