“And when He comes, He will guide you into all truth…” (John 16:13)
A publisher once sent me a book to review for unknown reasons. The writer at one time had belonged to a church I had pastored, so maybe that was it. (Later, I was to learn that publishers ask authors to give them a list of people they want to review their book and comment. So, clearly, it was the writer’s idea.)
My review was not what they had wanted. I said, “The writer had a great idea. He makes some excellent points. But he desperately needed an editor to help him.”
They never replied and never again asked me to review anything.
An editor can be a writer’s best friend. It is not politeness that prompts authors to praise their editor in the preface of their books. A good editor can cut through the verbiage, point out flaws in reasoning, find inaccuracies, and question claims. A good editor can spot a weakness in the plot and suggest a dozen ways to make the book better.
Most of us who try to write and then self-publish usually serve as our own editors.
The result can be embarrassingly bad. I will read an article on this blog written weeks earlier and spot typos or awkward sentences (the result of my attempts at self-editing, when I tried to cut out excess verbiage or redundancies by combining sentences and ended up making a mess of it).
I read those and think, “I wrote that? Man, I need an editor.”
I sat in a hospital room reading a book while the patient, a family member, was napping. Gradually I became aware that the author of this book desperately needed an editor to have gone over his manuscript. I was struck by one sentence in particular: