Hi, my name is Ray Evans!
I'm a certified Proofreader and Copyeditor from New York City.
I help self-published fiction authors to save time
Poor grammar and clunky sentence structure are major turn offs to any reader.
Together we can polish your content while maintaining your unique voice.
I provide proofreading and editing on a variety of materials such as:
Novels
Novellas
Short Stories
Proofreading is the final part of the editorial process that refines your writing.
Misspellings, incorrect words, and punctuation errors jump out at me whenever I'm reading for work or my leisure.
Distractions like these detract from the reader's experience; I want to assist you in providing your readers with crystal clear, bold, and smooth writing!
Even the smallest grammar mistakes can erode a reader’s trust, ruin your credibility, and lower your book sales
I will fix your grammar, formatting, and sentence structure to ensure that your writing is clear, sharp and professional. I go far deeper than Grammarly can since it lacks the human element.
I can be your second pair of eyes and give your writing the finishing touches so you can show the world your best work.
Poor grammar and clunky sentence structure are major turn offs to any reader.
Together we can polish your content while maintaining your unique voice.
I provide proofreading and editing on a variety of materials such as:
Novels
Novellas
Short Stories
Proofreading is the final part of the editorial process that refines your writing.
Misspellings, incorrect words, and punctuation errors jump out at me whenever I'm reading for work or my leisure.
Distractions like these detract from the reader's experience; I want to assist you in providing your readers with crystal clear, bold, and smooth writing!
Even the smallest grammar mistakes can erode a reader’s trust, ruin your credibility, and lower your book sales
I will fix your grammar, formatting, and sentence structure to ensure that your writing is clear, sharp and professional. I go far deeper than Grammarly can since it lacks the human element.
I can be your second pair of eyes and give your writing the finishing touches so you can show the world your best work.
Rates
Proofreading |
Copyediting |
0.028 |
0.033 |
per word |
per word |
Per word pricing saves you money over hourly rates! |
Per word pricing saves you money over hourly rates! |
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:
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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