I had no idea what edits really were until today. That's because my novel, Changing Worlds, came back to me this afternoon and let me say, if my editor hadn't taken a pause in the beginning to let me know she actually really liked the story, I might have cried. Today, I learned the real difference between a beta reader and an editor. A beta reader is generally a friend, probably someone who likes my work, and usually limits him or herself to suggesting improvements and notesing grammar/spelling errors. An editor is someone who is under no contract, friendly or otherwise, to like what I've produced. This person is being paid to do a job, and a thorough one at that. This person has studied structure, style and form and would probably hand me my ass in a game of Scrabble. This person is the one who won't let me defend my plot points or word choices with "I just like it this way." Madam, I salute you. You make me feel so adult. You also make me feel a little childish as well, actually; it's the nature of the beast.
This is my longest publication to date, and definitely the most thoroughly gone over. I have two weeks to make changes, and I think I'm going to need all of them. My publisher and I are working on a blurb for the story that I'll share when its readable, and the artist is currently doing sketches for the cover. Actual sketches, not just beautiful photoshopping. I admire it all, but I'm really looking forward to a cover drawn just for me *helpless giggle* God, I need to stop it with the beer. It's making me silly.
Happy St. Patricks Day, guys!