Starstruck | S. E. Anderson


I was privileged to be on the editing team for this. It was a joy to work on and can assure you a highly entertaining read.

5 good reasons not to trust your spell checker


Proofreading is more than a manual spell-check. This is the last stage of editing prior to publication. It's vital not to leave this stage to chance. It allows you to look for colour variations, layout issues, spacing, typeface consistency, missing items, tense and tone errors, content errors, inconsistent capitalisation, that page numbers are correct, and other formatting problems.

Ethical practices


A good editor, treated well could last your entire writing career. Treat them badly and you could end up with a long list of people who simply will not work with you.

SfEP Membership Confirmed!


Yesterday my application to join the Society for Editors and Proofreaders was accepted...

An opportunity not to be missed!


The details can be found on Harry's website. The weekend will stretch from the 25th to the 26th May 2017. Booking will only remain open until the end of February so do hurry.

Apologies to readers; I promise I have not forgotten you.


Writing should not be a chore we have to force yourself to do no matter what. If it is, then you are doing it wrong.

Outlining the obvious.


"Using the outline to figure out the technicalities of your plot gives you the freedom to deeply explore your characters, settings and themes in intimate detail in your first draft." - K. Weiland | Outlining your Novel: Map your Way to Success - By using brief bullet lists to sketch out the order in which … Continue reading Outlining the obvious.

Updated Terms and Conditions of Service


I have slightly changed my Terms and conditions of service. These can be found on my website, but I have included the here for your reference.

First Chapter of a WIP


Charon swore. The monitor he had been battling with for the last hour had flickered off yet again and had now filled the area with the smell of burnt plastic. “Typical.” He crawled under the desk and fought with the mass of wire that inevitably develops behind the desk of even the most fastidious of us. Eventually, he found the correct lead and followed it to the power socket. It had melted. Struggling to his feet he picked up the telephone and hit one of the autodial keys. “Yes. It’s the front desk. Again. Put me through to IT please.” He waited for ten minutes on hold, listening to a very tinny, off-tempo, instrumental version of Rhinestone Cowboy on a loop while grinding his teeth.