Editing is lifesaving to writers. A good editor will make your work shine, and help you tell your story in the clearest way possible. A good editor will ensure you are bringing out the best of your content.
Here is why:
Editors will make sure you have structured your sentences, full stops, commas, ellipses, dialogue tags…all these important tools and ingredients in the right way. This is no excuse for you to ignore the rules of language. A writer should be well-versed on language, and the tools it requires to write a good story. The editor helps you refine your language. You don’t want to punish your editor, you want to inspire them to help you polish your work.
They are your first audience:
A good editor will resonate with your work. If they read it, engage with it, and interact, then you’re one step closer to reaching a wider audience. Do listen to their advice, even when you don’t want to. It will help you in the long run.
Your Editor will help guide you in the right direction
Depending on the relationship you develop with your editor, any conversation you have with your editor can help the direction you take with your work. They will challenge you to break long time habits, explore your talent, and push it beyond the limits you have set yourself as a writer. Be careful to choose an editor you can communicate with. Don’t forget, Editing is a service, shop around until you find the right fit for you.
Editors keep you honest – If you’re writing fiction, and your editor knows your style, the moment you start to cut corners, your editor will call you out on them and keep you honest.
They are always right, not always, but most times– This is the hardest thing to take for a writer. The moment your editor reads your work and you find a series of red marks, suggestions and comments. Do not lose your head. Take a walk, then return to your document and give it a second look. You may argue a point out with your editor, sometimes, you may win, most times, you won’t as they are only trying to help you tell your story in a clear manner.
Once you have finished writing your fiction, or non-fiction book, get yourself an editor. Do not mind the cost and take it as an investment. To ensure the fiction/poetry or non-fiction book you produce is polished, and readable. Remember, your book is a product, you want to produce the best content quality possible.
Track 19 : No matter how crazy I get, I’ll come home to you
Danny and Nic drove Tyler to Danny’s garage, where they cleaned the cut on his forehead. Once they drilled the truth out of him, Nic decided to call a criminal investigator who worked with his father. Jimmy caught up with them as they waited for the investigator to show up.
Danny sat with Tyler, unable to understand why such a young man would want to get into so much trouble. Adrian ordered Tyler to cause trouble at the racecourse, hoping an accident would occur that would bring in a police investigation. Apparently, Adrian wanted to buy the racing grounds from Danny and Jimmy. He figured if enough troubles arose, and police got involved, Danny would cut his losses and put up the business for sale. As if, Danny scoffed. He had worked too hard to give up what he had now.
“You could walk away,” Danny pointed out to Tyler.
“Have you met Adrian?” Tyler scoffed. “He controls my life, Danny. It’s not like I can say no.”
“Hiyo ni ufala,” Danny said, staring at him. “You’re weak, that’s why you can’t say no. He is not forcing you; you’re allowing him to control you. What do you lose if you walk away?” (That’s stupidity)
“I heard you’re finally dating Jasmine,” Tyler said, meeting his gaze.
Danny was surprised to read jealousy in Tyler’s eyes.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Adrian threatened to hurt her when we were together. I’d found the strength to walk away from him then, I really thought I could make it work with her. Then Adrian showed up, and I had no choice but to walk away. To protect her,” Tyler said. “I broke her heart.”
Danny sighed, not sure what to say.
“You should thank me,” Tyler said, with a small smile. “She always did like you, never had the courage to tell you though. Guess she got it somehow.”
Danny thought about Jasmine’s pleading gaze when he refused to listen to her. She was going to be so angry with him.
“Now you get out of town,” Nic said, coming into the office with his CID friend. “You’re going to help this man bring your brother in to the police. I hate thieves, and bastards who think they’re entitled to anything they want. If I was a more cruel man, you wouldn’t have lived tonight.”
Tyler sighed, and turned to Danny.
“I suppose this is what I deserve for what I did earlier. I wish you were handling this instead of him. Nic frightens me, more than you do,” Tyler said. “Can you tell Jasmine something for me?”
Danny frowned. “Why would I do that?”
“Because.” Tyler shrugged. “My head hurts, and she was the last person who cared about me. Tell her I was wrong. She was worth fighting for.”
“Okay, Casanova,” Nic said, coming to grip Tyler’s left arm and pulling him up to his feet. “Let’s go. Danny, the Andersons will be history in a few. I’ve cleaned up the races this time. That means you now owe me a favor.”
“Good. I love your car. Got you around really fast,” Nic said, with a grin as he left the office. “Care to race for logs?”
“I’ll consider it,” Danny said, glad when Nic disappeared with Tyler and the detective with no further comments.
Danny stared at the keys he still held, the skyline was full of luck.
He sat back in his seat and looked at Jimmy who was leaning on the doorjamb.
“She’s with Terry, at your house. She was not happy,” Jimmy said. “She looked pissed off with you, you have your work cut out for you.”
Danny stood, and stretched his arms above his head.
“We’ll get through this,” Danny decided.
Jimmy grinned. “All I can say is good luck.”
Danny drove home at six in the morning. He parked his car and hurried into the house, anticipation coursing through him. This was the first time Jasmine would be staying over his house, as his girlfriend. She had stayed over before, but with Terry. Now, it was for him, he smiled as he closed the front door.
He was surprised to see Terry relaxing on the couch, watching a home-makeover show. She hugged her pillow, and was still in pajamas. This soft, disarrayed side of Terry was rare. He only saw it when she was worried. Danny walked over to her and touched the headscarf covering her hair. She looked at him with bleary eyes. Clearly, she had not slept.
“Jasmine went home.” Terry stated. “She couldn’t stay here, kept freaking out that you might kill yourself racing the streets of Nairobi after a psycho who tried to kill you.”
“Why didn’t you talk her into staying?”
“Because, I’m sure if I tried, she’d talk herself into the reasons why she can’t be with you,” Terry snapped.
“I love her,” Terry said. “She’s like a sister to me, Danny. I love you too. You’re my brother. So fix it so I don’t have to choose which one of you I have to give up. I stayed up to tell you that, now I’m going to bed.”
Two hours later, showered and changed, Danny walked up to Jasmine’s front door. He contemplated unlocking her door with the spare key she gave him, but then he thought it was better to knock, and ended up pressing the doorbell.
The door opened, and Danny stared at a younger version of Jasmine.
“Wow, you are Jazz’s secret, aren’t you?” She grinned and leaned on the doorjamb. “Oh Jasmine, kuna stori ha uja twambia. Guys, come out here.”
Footsteps, and in seconds, Danny stared at a younger boy who also looked like Jasmine. Her brother and sister, he assumed. The older woman behind them all studied him with a suspicious gaze.
Jasmine’s mother, Danny thought, when she narrowed her gaze at him.
“Morning,” Wanja said, pushing her son and daughter aside. “Call me Mama Jazz. What’s your name?”
“Danny, why don’t you come inside,” Wanja said, her smile a tad too inviting.
Danny wondered where Jasmine was, but decided to take the plunge and give Jasmine a reason to forgive him. Taking Wanja’s hand, he allowed her to lead him into the house.
Jasmine flung the driver’s door open. Her hands shaking when she saw Danny slumped over the steering wheel.
“Danny.” Jasmine touched his shoulder and he sat back with a harsh curse. “Oh thank God! Are you hurt? Anything broken? We should get you to the hospital.”
“Jazz, I’m fine. Jimmy, who was that bastard?”
“Nic went after him.”
“Damn it!” Danny gripped Jasmine’s hand. “Take her home.”
“No.” Jasmine leaned into the car, looking into Danny’s dark eyes. “Whatever you’re thinking, no.”
“No.” Jasmine shook her head, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. “Danny, take me home, and I’ll check to make sure you weren’t hurt. Don’t do this. Not right now when you’re pissed off.”
Danny tightened his arms around her, squeezed her tight, and then he pushed her into Jimmy arms. Not giving her a chance to fight back, Jimmy lifted her up, moving her away from Danny’s car. She screamed and kicked the driver’s door when Danny closed it and revved the car.
With a final glance at her, Danny sped out of the field in a cloud of dust and she pinched Jimmy’s arm so that he could let her go. Terry reached them, her gaze meeting Jimmy’s for a second, before she pulled Jasmine into her arms.
“I’ll drive you guys home,” Jimmy said.
“I brought my car,” Terry said, leading Jasmine toward the exit.
“I’ll make sure it gets home to you,” Jimmy said.
Jasmine tuned them out, her thoughts on Danny. Jasmine couldn’t stop thinking about
Danny’s gaze right before he drove off. Dark eyes filled with anger, and this dark…she couldn’t describe it. His temper was short, she knew that, and someone cutting him off like that in a race deserved it. But then, what would happen if he caught up with that bastard and ended up facing Anderson?
Jasmine allowed Terry to help her into the backseat of Jimmy’s car. She wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly freezing. Terry must have seen her shiver as she draped Jimmy’s jacket over Jasmine’s shoulders. Jasmine stared out the window, her thoughts on Danny, until she realized Jimmy wasn’t driving her home.
“Where are we going?” Jasmine asked.
“Danny’s house,” Jimmy said. “I need you to stay with Terry. I’m going out to find Danny, when I drop you off.”
“Why did you let him go then?” Jasmine asked, meeting Jimmy’s gaze in the rear view mirror. She couldn’t help the accusation in her tone. Jimmy was Danny’s best friend. Best friends did not let each other rush headlong into trouble.
“Danny knows what is right and wrong, Jazz.” Jimmy narrowed his gaze at her. “Learn to trust him.”
Jasmine looked away unable to hold his gaze. She did trust Danny. She did. She couldn’t love him without trusting him, but—
Jasmine bit her lip, tears stinging the back of her eyes.
If something, happened to him…how would she live then?
Danny locked his phone on its dock on the dashboard, and pressed the speaker feature. Nic’s voice filled the car.
“I’m almost caught up, but he’s headed for the southern bypass fast. We’re on Gitaru road. Bastard doesn’t care if he hits people. His speed is on another level.”
“What do you see?”
“Almost to Kinge’ero stage,” Nic said.
Danny swerved his car into the next small road he found and concentrated on driving fast. Roads in residential areas were great in the middle of the night. No one walking in the night, cars locked away safe in compounds, unless one counted patrol units. The skyline would hold up in a chase, and it was a while since he’d given it the chance to open up and test its limits, no patrol unit would reach him. Changing gears, he took a turn too fast, burning rubber. He increased speed and raced toward the cutoff point.
“Where are you?” Nic asked, sounding annoyed.
“In just a few,” Danny said, cursing when he tried to avoid a porthole but failed.
He hoped Jimmy wouldn’t yell at him too much for the damage, and increased speed. Relief flooding him when he finally saw gitaru road ahead. In six seconds, he raced into the major road, glad there weren’t cars to halt his progress. On his left, he saw the rogue car almost upon him. Danny gave it a deliberate tap on the right front bumper, and the driver lost control and spun out of the road and into the open space filled with kiosks and electric poles. For Danny, it took skill to control his car out of the way, so that their cars didn’t tangle. When he was free, Danny slowed down, and came to a stop a distance away from the car spinning out of control.
Their rogue driver panicked, his grip on the steering wheel unsteady, he drove right into an electric pole, and that’s what stopped him. Danny got out when he saw Nic’s car come to a stop behind his. Gripping his car keys, Danny hurried to the rogue car, peering into the driver’s side from the passenger window.
“Get out,” Danny ordered when he saw the man in the driver’s side moving. “Don’t make me get you out.”
Nic had no patience, so he went around, pulling the driver’s door open, and dragging the driver out, holding him up with a fist on his clothing.
“Who the hell are you?” Nic asked, directing light from his phone on the driver.
Danny walked around the car and stopped, staring at the bloodied face looking back at them.
“It’s Tyler Anderson,” Danny said, when Nic started to shake the poor man into submission. “He is Adrian’s brother.”
Today, our favorite companions, two white cats, with the most expressive eyes. I, most times, believe they understand every word we say. They’re both girls and get those moments when they huff and walk away…..clearly, they’re speaking here.
I saw them playing in the flower garden and it reminded me of another Saturday not too long ago. As mentioned before, I love gardening, flowers growing around the house, digging fingers into the dirt…all of it is therapeutic and a great mind-clearing exercise, as Mum says.
So, on this Saturday, we (Mum and me, worked in the flower garden, while my sister baked) spent time weeding, loosening dirt for the flowers, kneeling right in to pull out weeds. It doesn’t take long. Afternoons are the best around three p.m., going into dinnertime. It’s funny, but when we start working, everyone in the compound gravitates to that spot, and wild conversations arise. The last time, my sister (the bakerette), was reminiscing on when we were kids and each of us got a small patch to dig and plant. We each had digging tools, and even planned out what to plant. Of course, Our Mum would be supervising, and we grew flowers mostly, while she planted veggies, but it was a fun way to keep us occupied. Many years later, looks like we’re all still tending to flowers, and pretty grass. Of course, our little helper, Bindi the cat, always inspects the job, to make sure it was done right.
Bindi checking progress
Mum trimming the fence
Afterwards, we all sat on the stairs having tea with pancakes made by our in-house bakerette. Thinking about gardening today, I went to check the flower gardens thinking next Saturday, we need to do some garden work…the cats seem to agree.
Starting my year with a bit of fun! Thank you Dora of Nilichoandika for the award nomination. It was a great surprise to discover as I jump back into the blog for 2018!
What’s The Liebster Award all about?
The Liebster Award is a blogger award for new bloggers, those with few followers, who are still getting the hang of this dynamic industry. It is a fantastic way of giving exposure, recognition, and motivation to these talented newbies so as to keep their blogging fire blazing!
Rules of the Liebster Award
Create a new blog post with the graphical image of the Liebster Award as the one above.
Thank the blogger who nominated you while also providing a link to their blog.
Answer the Questions you had received from your Nominator(s).
Nominate 10 bloggers and share your blog post with them so that they can accept their awards.
Create a set of questions for your Nominees to Answer.
Fantastic, let’s get started!
What would you say has been the highlight of your blogging experience this year (2017)?
The best part of blogging in 2017 was getting personal messages in my email from readers who discovered my stories. I can’t begin to express how exciting that gets, and I felt truly happy. Getting fiction out there is hard work, and it was good to get such positive feedback from readers.
If you could pick a theme to blog about, any theme that scares you or you know very little about, what would it be and why?
Stocks and Bonds!! Hahaha…Okay, to be serious, anything IT oriented. Stuff is changing so fast, it’s hard to keep up I think.
What’s the best and the worst part of being called a blogger?
The best part comes from someone following your blog, and connecting with you, truly. The worst part…I haven’t discovered it yet. Honestly. I will update that when it comes to me.
What Fantastic thing do you want to accomplish with your Blog this year 2018?
What is your favorite topic to blog about?
If you were to go on an adventure then blog about it, where would you go?
How has your passion influenced what you blog about?
I would love to know more from these great bloggers:
Heartbeat electrified, Jasmine followed Terry into the racing grounds Danny owned with Jimmy. They had to park their car outside the gates because there was no space left inside. Jasmine glanced at the time on her phone. Eleven
o’clock in the night, and it felt like she was walking through a busy street during the day. Danny’s races drew a crowd of spectators. It was a revelation to discover such a following in Nairobi for the races.
Loud music filled the night, it was lucky the property was removed from any residential areas. Excitement skated down Jasmine spine, increasing with every step, bringing her deeper into Danny’s world. Thrilling and frightening at the same time.
Terry took her right hand and squeezed, twining their fingers.
“Don’t be nervous,” Terry soothed, as they weaved their way through a sea of souped-up cars.
Gazes followed their progress. Jasmine suspected it was because she was a new face in the very tight circle. Despite the number of people in the place, they all knew each other. As if on cue, a short man in shiny white leather, who looked like he had married a gym and lived in it day and night, stepped in their way. His hair dyed blonde, Jasmine thought he would fit right in to a boy band.
“Who you with?” he demanded, his expression forbidding.
“Back off,” Terry said, her tone bored. “Rick, run back to your master.”
“No strangers allowed, Terry,” Rick insisted, his gaze on Jasmine.
Jasmine started to explain, but then Danny’s arm slid around her waist and she looked up in surprise when he pulled her against him possessively.
“Ricky, are you giving my gal a hard time? Coz, you know what that means.” Danny kept his tone low, his stance deceptively calm. His eyes though spelled doom. Jasmine hoped Rick saw it too.
Rick’s eyes widened and he took a step back.
“Danny,” Rick said, his tone apologetic.
Danny’s eyes narrowed and Terry sighed when Nic Mugera came to stand beside Rick, placing his arm on Rick’s shoulders.
“Do we have a problem here?” Nic asked, meeting Danny’s gaze.
“”I don’t know, Nic, do we?” Danny asked, his arm still around Jasmine.
She moved closer to Danny and Nic’s gaze shifted to her. Jasmine found she wasn’t afraid of much standing beside Danny. She met Nic’s gaze and smiled.
“I don’t think we do,” Nick said, returning her smile. “Rick, get back to the pit. Make sure everything is running fine. Danny, I apologize for my people. Jasmine Lima, welcome to the fold.”
Danny watched Nic stride away before he pulled Jasmine into his arms. Wanting to make a point, Danny kissed Jasmine. She clung to his jacket and gasped when he stopped the kiss as abruptly as he had started.
“Well,” Terry said, smiling. “You’re in good hands, Jazz. I’m gonna go mingle.”
Danny kept his gaze focused on Jasmine.
“I’m sorry for that,” he said.
“No need to apologize,” Jasmine murmured. “I suppose that makes me one of the babes. I’m not sure how to feel about that.”
“You’re not one of the babes,” Danny said, smiling. “You’re my woman, Jazz. My woman.”
“As long as you don’t call me the little woman at home,” Jasmine said, pulling back. “Now, let’s get this show on the road. How much money are we winning?”
Danny chuckled. “Babe, I like how you think.”
Jasmine frowned at him. “I thought you said I wasn’t one of the babes?”
Danny grinned and lifted his hands up in surrender when she threatened to punch his arm.
“No money tonight,” Danny said, taking her hand and leading her toward his spot. “We’re racing for a log book. Nic has a very smooth running Nissan Skyline. I want it.”
“Nice,” Jasmine said, excited.
“I’ll introduce you to my crew. By the way, my girlfriend, you get to start the race.”
Jasmine gasped at that. “What?”
“You look sexy,” Danny said, running his hand over her hip.
She had worn a short leather skirt and a light blouse for the occasion. Her feet in ankle-length heeled boots.
Danny grinned when she looked like she might stop breathing.
“You’ll love it.”
Yep, he had stolen her heart, she decided when all it did was flip-over in excitement instead of freak out. He was right about the start.
There was something absolutely exhilarating about standing at the starting point while five supercharged engines growled like beasts, itching for take off. Jasmine stood between Danny and Nic Mugera’s cars, her hands raised while Jimmy counted down on the sideline. When he got to one, she dropped her arms and the rush of cars whipping into motion past her let her breathless.
Terry rushed to her side jumping in excitement. They moved out of the road, to the closest screen to watch the race, documented by strategic cameras placed along the circuit. The competition was high-powered energy; Jasmine could feel the current on her skin. Everyone around them vibrated with it, watching with bated breath, she could hardly stay unaffected.
Watching Danny’s car muscle its way along the course was both hard and exciting. She clung to Terry’s arm when Nic’s car got too close to Danny’s or when the curves they took looked too dangerous. Danny was a great driver, but the maniacs racing him worried her. They drove aggressively, and seemed uncaring of safety. A green car tried to overtake Danny on a narrow part of the road, and for a full two minutes, Jasmine couldn’t breathe.
Danny freed himself from the crazy driver in the green car, edging ahead with Nic behind him in a white car.
Then, when Danny started on the last stretch, a brilliant blue car broke into the race. Forcing Danny to swerve out of the road to avoid a crash. The rogue blue car followed him, forcing him into the dirt field in the middle of the racing course. One moment, Danny seemed in control of his car, and then the blue car tapped his back and sent him into a wild spin.
Jasmine stood frozen, screams filled the night but none of that penetrated. The race continued on, but Jasmine’s gaze remained on Danny’s car bringing up a pile of dust in the middle of the field. She started to move, and Terry locked arms around her.
“Let me go,” Jasmine ordered, slapping at Terry’s arms to get free. She needed to get to Danny, save him, make sure he was okay.
“Let them pass,” Terry said, nodding to the oncoming cars.
A bitter taste filling her mouth, Jasmine stopped long enough to let the four remaining cars pass by the tarmac road, and then ran across, heading straight for the cloud of dust.
“Jazz!” Terry screamed.
She ignored the call, and kept going, wishing she hadn’t chosen to wear heels tonight.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist lifting her up.
“You idiot,” Jimmy cursed when she started to struggle. “Don’t go running into a mess you can’t see.”
Jimmy’s hold around her waist was tight, and for a minute, she didn’t understand what he meant until that rogue blue car emerged out of the dust. She felt Jimmy brace to push them out of its way. A scream escaping when the blue car missed them by an inch.
She clung to Jimmy then, her gaze on the blue car driving out of the property in unholy speeds, sending people scurrying out of its way. The driver clearly in a hurry to get away. When she could stand without shaking, she pushed off Jimmy and raced toward the settling dust.
Danny’s car stood still in the middle, parked haphazardly. Heart in her throat, Jasmine raced to the driver’s side in crazed madness.
It feels like it’s been a while since I went on a road trip, so this was incredibly fun. Nothing on the mind, but being on the road, noting random things, lush green scenery and that family of zebras, having their lunch.
What do they do with all these?
They make a picture
Nakuru was rainy when we got there, so our contact sent us a tuk tuk man. I now believe everyone should have Mr. Ngugi when you first hit Nakuru. He got us around town and answered a billion questions with patience.
We had a stress free transport time thanks to him.
The trip was a fun day out, but it was also for a conference, organized by Topserve Baking Accessories and supplies, who have relaunched their shop in Nakuru. The Conference was held at Hotel Waterbuck, Nakuru. While the event continued, it was hard to ignore these gems on the walls of this hotel. So much art, there is no chance you will be bored checking in to this hotel.
Nakuru is about 3hrs away from Nairobi. Very quiet, very laid back, and definitely a lot of fun to be had. New Goals after this trip –> Not to take everything too seriously, gotta take time to have fun.