I was destined to become an editor. My first linguistic triumph occurred in kindergarten, when I was the first kid to read the word farmer. Later, in third grade, I told my teacher she had incorrectly included two Ls in Lloyd’s name on the blackboard. (Everything about Lloyd bugged me, maybe because he was a glue eater.) I even had the audacity, in church, to insist on a man instead of amen at the end of prayers.

In college my first English composition instructor gave me lots of positive feedback and encouraged me to publish my writing. I had no idea how to go about that, and I was busy working full time and putting myself through college, so I tabled the idea. In my job at a health maintenance organization I edited letters written by our associate medical director. He always told me I made him sound good. The college I graduated from required students to write paper after paper (after paper). I loved it, and nailed it, and graduated summa cum laude.

With my new degree in communication, I had my eye set on becoming a technical writer. But, alas, it was a hard field to crack, so my first job out of college was writing proposals. The work involved a lot of editing, too, and before long I was manager of the department. I learned a lot about putting together very long documents: keeping track of required content; making writing assignments; creating and enforcing publication schedules; editing content from multiple authors to give it a unified voice; and spending long hours assembling all the paper copies and electronic files. Little did I know this was great training for book publishing.

Corporate jobs came and went, and in the between times I stumbled into the world of freelancing. I don’t know if it was skill or luck, but I landed my first client and spent two years working for them as a freelance editor.

I finally decided to leave the corporate world once and for all, so in 2005 I became a full-time freelance editor. I pounded the virtual pavement and landed my first few clients, got steady work from repeat customers, and was on my way. I continually strive to identify new directions for my work and deepen my commitment to the art and science of written communication.

The Colorado Front Range is my home, where I share a roof with my husband and my furry, faithful friend. I love nature, photography, and lyrical prose, regardless of genre.jm-edited