I help writers save time and make your stories an irresistible drug to readers.
I'm your knight in shining armor, a certified proofreader and copyeditor straight from the heart of New York City.
You crave recognition, wealth, and fame from your writing?
I've got your back.
You crave recognition, wealth, and fame from your writing?
I've got your back.
Let's be honest, poor grammar and clunky sentences are like a punch in the gut to your fans.
Together, we'll ignite your content while preserving your unique-as-hell voice.
I'll be your secret weapon, editing and proofreading your:
- Novels
- Novellas
- Short Stories
My relentless pursuit of perfection will give your work the final touch it needs to rise above the rest.
Unlike Grammarly, which lacks the human element, I dive deep into the emotions of your writing that drive your characters, ensuring your masterpiece resonates with the hearts and souls of your readers.
You bare your soul onto the page, but that's not enough.
It's time to fuel the fire within your readers, igniting their desire for more with every turn of the page.
Proofreading and editing are the last line of defense before you publish your story.
Misspellings, wrong words, and punctuation screw-ups scream in my face like a banshee.
I see them everywhere, whether I'm reading for work or pleasure.
Don't let small grammar mistakes erode the trust of your audience, tarnish your credibility, or sabotage your book sales.
Let me be the second pair of eyes that guarantees your writing is clear, sharp, and professional.
Proofreading and editing are the last line of defense before you publish your story.
Misspellings, wrong words, and punctuation screw-ups scream in my face like a banshee.
I see them everywhere, whether I'm reading for work or pleasure.
Don't let small grammar mistakes erode the trust of your audience, tarnish your credibility, or sabotage your book sales.
Let me be the second pair of eyes that guarantees your writing is clear, sharp, and professional.
But why trust my words when you can experience it for yourself?
Request a no-obligation sample edit and witness firsthand the power of our collaboration.
It's time to show the world your best work.
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It's time to show the world your best work.
⏰ FYI: My availability is limited, so click here, to see if I'm still accepting samples and request one now!
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What's the Difference Between Proofreading and editing?
When we work together I could save you time by polishing your writing to make sure that it's error free and you give your readers the best possible experience and present your ideas as clearly as possible.
Proofreading and editing are different services but I can do either for you , but here's a summary of how they are different:
Proofreading and editing are different services but I can do either for you , but here's a summary of how they are different:
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Before and After: Proofreading Sample (changes in red)
Before ProofreadingI discovered myself walking down a broad hallway, lit by a continuous line of overhead lights, reflecting white off the glossytiled walls. A foot apart were identical doors through which people barged in and out—people of all ages strode across with grim faces, some roamed alone, and some walked in groups, occupied with small talk. They wore the same clothing, navy blue half-sleeve scrub, and the same colored scrub pants. A name tag was affixed to one side of their chest. Each carried a similar-looking device, roughly the size of a tablet—their eyes continued to run across it. A door opened beside me, and an Asian guy emerged. He greeted me with a cordial smile but was immediately put off by my lack of response. My gaze was drawn to a little girl: No more than ten, with short black hair and dark green eyes. Her white skin manifested paler under the bleak grey frock that she wore. She felt familiar to me. Standing stiff only a few feet away from me, she observed me with sharp, attentive, unblinking eyes. I was disturbed as no one except me seemed to notice her presence. People moved beside her but didn't look at her as if she was invisible to them, like an island in the middle of the ocean, undisturbed by the constant waves shushing at her. I looked down at my clothes and noted I was wearing the same clothes as everybody else. I, too, had the name tag, which I scuffled to turn to an angle where I could read the words—an attempt to find my name. But before I could, a prickling formed on the back of my neck, and a chill passed over me, bringing Goosebumps to my arms. The hallway, which had previously been in a moderate temperature, abruptly got dropped, plunging way below the freezing point. I let go of my name tag and looked up in wonder—I found I was the only person there. Everyone, including the little girl, had vanished, replaced by a pin-drop silence. |
After Proofreading
I discovered myself walking down a broad hallway ̶,̶ that was lit by a continuous line of overhead lights, reflecting white off the glossy-tiled walls. A foot apart were identical doors through which people barged in and out: people of all ages strode across with grim faces, some roamed alone, and some walked in groups, occupied with small talk. They wore the same clothing: ̶,̶ navy blue half-sleeve scrub ̶,̶ and the same colored scrub pants. A name tag was affixed to one side of their chest. Each carried a similar-looking device, roughly the size of a tablet—their eyes continued to run across it. A door opened beside me, and an Asian guy emerged. He greeted me with a cordial smile but was immediately put off by my lack of response. My gaze was drawn to a little girl: no more than ten, with short black hair and dark green eyes. Her white skin ̶m̶a̶n̶i̶f̶e̶s̶t̶e̶d̶ appeared paler under the bleak gray frock that she wore. She felt familiar to me. Standing stiff only a few feet away ̶f̶r̶o̶m̶ ̶m̶e̶, she observed me with sharp, attentive, and unblinking eyes. I was disturbed as no one except me seemed to notice her presence. People moved beside her but didn't look at her as if she was invisible to them, like an island in the middle of the ocean, undisturbed by the constant waves shushing at her. I looked down at my clothes and noted I was wearing the same clothes as everybody else. I ̶,̶ too ̶,̶ had the name tag, which I scuffled to turn to an angle where I could read the words—an attempt to find my name. But before I could, a prickling sensation formed on the back of my neck ̶,̶ and a chill passed over me, bringing goosebumps to my arms. The hallway, which had ̶p̶r̶e̶v̶i̶o̶u̶s̶l̶y̶ been ̶i̶n̶ at a moderate temperature ̶,̶ then abruptly got ̶d̶r̶o̶p̶p̶e̶d̶ cold, plunging way below the freezing point. I let go of my name tag and looked up in wonder—I found I was the only person there. Everyone, including the little girl, had vanished, replaced by a̶ pin-drop silence. |
Mission StatementTo help self-published save time and sell more of their work so that they can make a full time living as a writer. |
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Promptly returned it in less than 15 hours. Made several great suggestions and fixed errors multiple readers had not spotted. I would certainly use this service again in the future.
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Incredibly efficient and accommodating. Completed the work quickly and with great attention to detail. The report was 35,000 words so not a small task but it was thoroughly proofed. I want to thank you, I really appreciate your work.
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