How To Edit Your Novels & Stories

I took my bath, pick my bathrobe and stop the camera and my iPhone 13pro max from Covering so that I can edit. I walked to my work table, I began to edit the videos. After editing I stream it on my platform , Comments began to pour in from my clients and viewers. I picked my phone to go through the comments when a message popped on my inbox, I have a private chat box on my website where you can chat me up. I opened my inbox and their was " Hi" in my inbox which I replied.

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.”

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" •••••

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Jas…" I moaned out loud. After a few minutes, I cleaned myself up and pulled up a chair. Now came the real work. I spent the next three hours meticulously cutting, trimming, and editing the raw file. I was precise. I shaved off the beginning where she yelled at me. I cut out her accusations about Cassie. I trimmed the very end, cutting the clip the exact millisecond before she shoved my chest to run away. What was left was a masterpiece.

“Fair warning.” “You’re always insufferable.” “More so,” he said. “Missing you makes me—” he paused, “—makes me say true things without calculating them first.” “You always say true things.” “Not always.” A beat. “Sometimes I edit.” She almost smiled. “What do you edit?” “The volume,” he said quietly. “How much of it I give at once. With you it—” he stopped. “It doesn’t edit. It just comes out.”

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Through my writing, I am incredibly happy to give my protagonists a brand-new, second life. To ensure the utmost realism and quality, this novel was advised by Detective Lee Hoe-rim, a former detective at the Jongno Police Station with extensive experience consulting for major TV dramas and films. I also received expert medical consultation from Dr. Song, a practicing pediatrician. I have spared no effort to perfect this world. While I have worked tirelessly to bring you this translation, I am committed to continuously polishing and elevating the text to ensure you have the best reading experience. The update schedule is twice a day, every day, at 01:05 and 13:05 KST. Occasionally, keep an e