I always get to this point in my story. I’ve written the thing and I think it’s good, and I think it’s finished.
Then someone with much more experience than me reads it and says a few things that knock the knees out from under me. While succumbing to the new vista, I manage to take a look at my story and I inevitably realise, yes, it still needs me to work at it.
Humbling to realise that the author does not live in a bubble of genius and that an editor is actually a vital part of the process of getting the best of the story that there is to tell.
I’m happy at the moment because I have at hand my uni lecturers who are basically editors. I’ll be at uni for a few more years yet so I have time to learn perhaps how to edit my own. (Although I suspect the outside eye might always help, especially when I eventually get on to writing novels). At the very least I’ll be enrolling in the Publishing and Editing subject when it rolls around.