My back was against the wall. The grammar errors were all around me.
“I’m a developmental editor,” I said. “This grammar stuff is kicking me in the tender bits.”
“Fear not, Corey-the-human,” a voice sounded through the darkness. “The Wielder of the Red Pen of Doom is here.”
In a sick-ass flash of power and insight, Thomas, the mercenary copy editor, hacked the manuscript to shreds.
All was right in the world again.
More of an update than an informative post today, but I have a how-to post coming this weekend. I’ll be starting a…
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