Emae Church


When should you engage with an editor?

At the point, you are confident your manuscript is ready for publication.

I say this as that is when you have most likely gone through beta / CP reads and hopefully, responded to feedback. You want your MS to be polished and to save a lot of your editor’s time.

They shouldn’t be bogged down with typos and punctuation checks. Editors are not cheap, and you want the investment to feedback in story structure and plot evaluation.

My first edit was way too early; some five drafts too soon if truth be told. But I was in a hurry for feedback.

When you do receive the editors’ report and MS markup, browse through the feedback. Don’t digest the details yet. Let their comments simmer gently on the mental backburner.

You won’t agree with everything they say. The child in you may want to throw all the toys out of the pram and pen an angry response back.


Anything you imagine is INACCURATE.

Any negative thought you have is CLOUDED.

Your editor is on your side, and you have to get to that point of clarity before doing anything.

I’d suggest a minimum of two weeks before rereading the report. During this reading, focus on the positives. What did they like? Skim the negatives for now, but keep an open mind.

Once you can see the negative points as positive suggestions on how to improve your story, then you can engage fully with the report and MS markups.

Yes, it is also true that some suggestions are plain silly. Their vision may cause your feelings for your story to stray so I would suggest considering if the proposal can be translated into an approach which keeps the story real to you.

Let’s say a suggestion for setting a scene in Italy. Only this does not work for you, but you’d love to write about Spain, as you have visited there many times on holiday. Hence you have an affinity for that area. Then you are accommodating the improvement of the editor but at the same time improving your story.

It’s your story, and only you can be faithful to the vision.

Listen to your editor. They will make your story amazing.

During my journey with Earth 101, I have had the honour to work with

Julia A Weber http://www.jaw-editing.com

Lyla Lawless http://www.lylalawless.com


Cornerstones Literary Consultancy http://cornerstones.co.uk/uk/

I wish you the best with your Editorial adventure

The two great brothers;
Towering tall.
The twin pinnacles of commerce.
Nothing will make them fall.

Their armour is seen,
Shining from far away.
But the strength of that shield,
Is tested this day…

Grab the last coffee.
Kiss goodbye and off to work.
The MD; the Janitor;
The Fireman; the Clerk.

The floors are filling.
The meeting rooms booked.
But what’s that in the distance?
Has anybody looked?

It no longer matters,
If you’re early or late.
Whether you remembered that Birthday card,
For your office mate.

The Tower shudders,
And cries out in pain.
Its steel robes rip apart,
By the power of the plane.

The unthinkable has happened,
As the plane comes crashing in.
War’s declared today,
And this battle you won’t win.

Running down the stairs.
Gasping for breath.
Trying to escape to the light,
From a terrifying death.

Screaming and running,
There is no time to wait.
Another plane’s upon the second Tower,
To deal the same fate.

The Towers are crumbling,
The hurt too much to take.
Is this a nightmare,
From which we all will wake?

Then there is silence,
A world white with dust.
We have to help the injured,
Yes, yes we must!

Listen to calls for help,
Or a faint, buried cry.
It’s impossible to imagine,
That everybody could die.

So, you search through the rubble.
Looking for some signs of life.
You’re looking for her husband,
Their mum or his wife.


There’s nothing.

I’ve been playing with the thought of Traditional and Indie publishing and find the pitfalls of both very interesting.

I enjoy reading how many writers go down the self-publishing route and break the failure barrier.

Now I know there is little to no guarantee of success, but I am a sucker for a happy ending, so I have been reading a lot of interviews and advice from many sources, one of which is the Writers and Artists web site.

Check it out here


So, following this I have signed up for a CreateSpace account, and one thing I found was you do need to be a little savvy about business issues to start.

First of all, you need to complete an IRS tax status declaration, regardless of which country you are a citizen of. Because I already have an individual tax account due to my independent, limited liability consultancy, I have a unique tax reference for personal tax returns. Hence, I could complete all aspects of this declaration.

Be aware that you cannot dodge the tax man (or woman) when it comes to indie publishing. Though for us honest, law-abiding writers, this won’t be a problem.

I am not going to be self-publishing my book at any point shortly, as I am currently in a revision cycle of the story. But I like to be aware of workings behind anything and publishing is becoming fascinating to me.

The concept of creating a publishing company, buying ISBNs, marketing, working with a book cover designer, editor and book formatting is my kind of fun. Sad, I know but I enjoy a challenge.

The opportunity to work with a traditional publisher is, of course, mine and anybody’s dream, but I must keep my options (and sanity) open.

The technical aspects of publishing don’t phase me. Marketing is not necessarily new to me as I have to market my consultancy in some, minor respects but I already have several ideas around this area, and in all of the interviews and suggestions I have read, no one has suggested these.

“That’s because they won’t work,” I hear you cry. Could be right but I want to try these approaches anyway.

Should I go down the indie route and they work, then I can write a how-to book about it.

Ode To Them

You are leaving, and I feel so crushed,
It’s like the week has gone and time has rushed.
The days have passed and gone their way,
And Friday has arrived, so I just want to say.

You’ve been such a special friend
And have helped me through the past.
I promise to be your best mate
And to be there to the last.

If you ever feel so lonely
And nobody else is near.
Just call me, and I will send you hugs
And always lend an ear.

You have brought me so much happiness
To my world when sunshine became night;
You were the guide in my world so dark,
You shined with so much light.

So I thank you, my special friend
And wish you so much grace.
I can’t wait to see you again
And look at your beautiful face.



missing you

for always.

Life as an independent contractor may be lucrative and rewarding in many ways, but it also attracts a habit of sacrifice and for me, loneliness.

On a train journey to London, several years ago, I watched the scenery flash by with sad and longing eyes. A girl joined me in the designated quiet section. I usually travel first class; enjoying the often deserted carriage. Any arrivals are noticeable. It’s curious to see who else is willing to pay more than double the value of a ticket — all for the sake of space, and some free crisps when the trolley passes through the car.

The stranger’s face mirrored my sadness. And for a split second, she looked at me with violet coloured eyes and a trembling, upturned mouth. I looked away as my empathic gift was too much for me. I could take my sadness and miss home without taking the pain and baggage of another person.

She didn’t speak, but her gaze haunted my journey. I wanted to leave my seat and move to coach A, but I was set up on my laptop and drink and two packets of free crisps. So my intentions and ignorance would have been too obvious here. I stayed, and while my loneliness wanted to ignore her, some other inner feeling wanted to reach out.

Despite having a goth image about her: piercings on her face and ears; the hint of a tattoo on her right arm; discrete blue hair extensions pinned within her black hair. It was all gentle and tasteful. She wasn’t a girl crying out, “Look at me!” No, it was someone saying, this is who I am.

I wanted to catch her gaze and smile, but I’m also quite a shy person. My brain was arguing with me to speak to her, ask her how she is, do something. Could sharing somebody else’s sadness help me cope with my own?

We travelled in silence.

She looked out of the window, as did I. But then I realised she wasn’t looking out of a window, she was leaving. She had made the most significant decision of her life and was leaving her family, her world for good. She was a voice crying out to me, but the voice silenced within a vacuum. She wasn’t on this train but was in another vehicle altogether, and that craft was taking her away from Earth.

She had no way to tell her family or friends why she must leave. To say a word would have been their demise. But behind this sacrifice was a plan. And for no reason I can fathom, she wanted to share this with me.

And so, the train arrived in Paddington after the usual delay in Reading. We still had not said a word, but as I stood, she stood. She even gave me half a smile. I stepped onto the platform and held the door open for her.

“Thank you,” she said with a bright, distinctive accent.

Her pleasant voice caught me off-guard, but I responded, “Hope you have a safe journey.”

She paused and looked at me. “You want to come with me?”

A wave of excitement blended with fear rippled through my stomach and coursed through my veins. Where was this stranger going? Why was I even thinking of saying, yes? Does she often ask strangers to travel with her?

“I don’t even know you?” I smiled and gestured a nod, to state I was up for this.

She held out her hand and said, “I’m Jayne.”