Kind of. While writing fiction is a new endeavour for me, I have been a professional editor for many years. Not the kind of editor that sits in a big mahogany-infused office in downtown New York making life and death decisions concerning the fledgling careers of trembling newbie writers like myself.
Oh no, I'm afraid I'm the kind of editor who says things like: "You can't send out that letter to the CEO of Chicken-Parts-R-Us!"
And when my dumbfounded colleagues ask why, then I'm the kind of editor who has to say things like "Because the term 'chicken livery' makes me think of a rooster driving a wagon pulled by a team of snorting hens!"
Sometimes I say "Surely you meant giblet! A gimlet is a drink made with Gin and Lime Juice, a concoction not usually found inside any self-respecting chicken!"
And once I said "Because the term 'plucking fathers' is just plain weird!"
But seriously, I started writing seriously about a year ago, and I've applied myself seriously to the serious task of writing serious (and sometimes not-so-serious) fiction and have been seriously pleased with the results so far.
Seriously.
Editors note: The above Chicken-Parts-R-Us example was created when I made this website and was intended to be completely fictitious and based solely on my warped sense of humor. I mainly work with business consultants creating documents for business strategy. However, in a shockingly bizarre case of life imitating art, a 52-page PowerPoint presentation just landed on my desk with -- get this -- the following title: The Poultry Processsing Industry.
I dunno. Is life really this strange?
