How I Became an Editor
When I decided to go to college as a forty-something, there was no question in my mind that I would be an English major. I was born to be an English major. I had no idea that the journey I was about to embark on would change me forever. I anticipated a degree broadening my job opportunities. I did not expect that every belief I’d ever held would be challenged or that I’d be forced to ponder the merits of my beliefs.
After a series of unfortunate events and a hair-raising divorce, I found myself a middle-aged, empty nester, with no job skills except as an administrative assistant. Additionally, I was treading the waters of debilitating depression with no relief in sight. I took a long, practical look at my life. I sought treatment for the depression and enrolled in college. As daunting as the four years of higher education looming before me looked, at least I would be doing something for the next four years.
High anxiety, coupled with my depression, made the idea of taking face-to-face classes and interacting with people intimidating. I opted to take my freshman year of college online, comfortably tucked away in an oversized chair in my tiny house on seventeen acres.
A new friend had observed me plugging away that year and decided she would go back to school and finish her degree. During a phone conversation, she encouraged me to ditch the online courses and attend classes. She loved the face-to-face experience and assured me that I would love it too.
So, I enrolled in face-to-face classes and never looked back. I got through my sophomore year by fixing my eyes on the prize: upper-level English classes. I could tolerate Math and Science classes with the promise of immersing myself in all things English for the last half of my college career.
My goal was to acquire my degree and then teach English as a second language. (TESOL). Romantic visions of traveling to and living in exotic places while bestowing the gift of the English language far and wide were extremely appealing. That goal was my driving force until my junior year. That was when, thanks to my upper-level English courses, I ran into thick walls of cognitive dissonance. That is, I was confronted with new information that conflicted with my existing beliefs and values. Yikes. I could not look away. I thought I had to keep my long-held beliefs or exchange them for new ones. In the end, I did both.
When I realized how much I didn’t know that I didn’t know, I was overwhelmed. My upbringing had placed life and all its complexities into a tidy box labeled truth. My humanities classes handed me a Pandora’s box; I opened it wide and grappled with every idea and story that came tumbling out of it. Introspective and willing to hear different narratives, I opened my mind to the world around me and began to think for myself for the first time in my life.
In my junior year, I changed my minor from TESOL to writing. I have been an avid reader and writer for as long as I can remember. My writing and literature classes taught me to read and write in critical ways. I learned about the structure of books and what to look for when revising papers and short stories. In an advanced composition class, I studied the delicate art of revision. The training I received in my literature and writing courses honed skills that opened the door to my current job as an associate editor for Cup & Quill.
Dr. Tucker was one of my English professors and also my neighbor. One night, while riding home together from class, she asked if I would look at a manuscript that she was editing. I agreed, and based on my work, she hired me as a junior editor. Little did I know that I had landed the job of my dreams.
Editing is so much more than correcting grammar and syntax. Good editors take a holistic approach. Yes, it’s about proper writing, but it’s also about the story. As an editor, I am taking someone’s thoughts and creativity and honing them into something transferable to the masses. Editing is important work. There is no way of knowing how someone’s story is going to affect another’s life. It would be a shame if stories went untold just because someone hadn’t done well in an English class, once upon a time.
Editing allows me to meet people from all over the country. I consider it a privilege to read and help others polish their stories. It humbles me to be part of a process that makes someone’s words available to the world. You see, words matter and so do the people who write them. When a writer chooses to place their work with Cup and Quill, they can rest assured that they are not just a word count. That’s why I am committed to engaging with both writers and their words seriously, carefully, and respectfully. To play a role in helping others tell their stories and fulfill their dreams is a pleasure. It seems that the adage is true; when you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.