Editing Rant: Everything at its Time

Photo by Emil Widlund on Unsplash

One of the constant “micro” edits I need to do while copyediting or developmental editing is making sure the story is always moving forward, even on the paragraph and sentence level. No stutter steps back and forth. The story should push forward like a train running down the tracks in genre fiction.

What do you mean by that, Erin? you ask. Isn’t there backstory and flashbacks and information sharing happening all the time. The time order of a story is a web going back, forth, and all around, more a ball of yarn after kittens play with it than a linear if-then series without any side quests.

Absolutely past lore and character history are shared once the story starts, but the backstory is released when the information is needed in the next scene. Flashbacks happen when a pause in the rollercoaster emotion is needed to climb to the next drop, the flashbacks adding to the hill, pulling the train up the tracks.

Writing, drafting, and editing creates the track to keep the story pushing forward.

Particular to the micro-edits and the order of things, ensure when describing action to always have the activity in the order it happened. Don’t make your reader stop and reedit the scene’s action in their head.

Three examples (pulled from recent edits, adjusted to make generic):

  1. “Do you mind if I light a fire?” He asked once the shutters were latched.
  2. He started to get out of bed, and the woman did as well, offering her hand to him to help him stand, even though she was much shorter and lighter. The previous battle had left him bruised.
  3. MC woke from a nightmare of fear and forked lightning. Flashes and flying fiends sent them diving and dodging, ducking behind spindly spider statues. The dreamscape consumed them as they ran to friends and family always out of reach.

Each of these cases has a problem with the action sequence being out of order.

In the first case, the character is asking a question of the people in the room, but after the dialog, the reader needs to back up to the character closing the windows. This particular example is the classic stutter-step within a sentence, one forward then one back.

It would be better worded:

Once the shutters were latched, he asked, “Do you mind if I light a fire?”

The second example is confusing, leaving a question of who got out of bed first, the man or the woman? Because, how is she offering her hand to help him stand if he got out of bed first? He was mentioned first, so the reader would assume he was first out of bed. At the end, backstory is doled out explaining why she is helping him stand. If everything was in Time Order the paragraph, it would read like:

The previous battle had left the man badly bruised. The woman in bed with him got out of bed first and offered her hand to help him stand, even though she was much shorter and lighter.

As you can see, some rewording was needed to make it work. But editing is not about making everything Time Order linear, but also polishing the storytelling so that Everything is at its Time. Why the man is having problem getting out of bed should be supplied AFTER we see the issue of getting out of bed.

The woman got out of bed, and when he started as well, she offered her hand to him to help him stand, even though she was much shorter and lighter. The previous battle had left him bruised.

In this case, the NOW action needed to flow in time order, and the backstory information dropped to fill in the hole to make the sequence more immersive. The reader sees the action, and then the details of the white-room and new-characters get painted in.

The final of the three examples starts with the character waking from a dream, then describing the dream as though the character was still in the process of dreaming it. Either the character is awake or the character is dreaming in most stories, even in most genre fiction stories. In this manuscript for storytelling purposes, having the MC remembering the dream instead of having it happen in story-NOW-time would be better. The verb tense needs to change to past perfect.

Adjusted the paragraph reads as follows:

MC woke from a nightmare of fear and forked lightning, the emotions and images lingering in the morning twilight. Flashes and flying fiends had sent them diving and dodging, ducking behind slimy spindly spider statues. The dreamscape had consumed them as they ran to friends and family always out of reach.

Most genre fiction is written in “simple past” which expresses past actions, usually in sequential order. “Past perfect” is “past of the past”, describing an action or event that took place before the action being described by the (simple) past tense. By changing the verb tense, the reader is clued in through grammar on the time order of the sequence of the events.

As you can see, each Time Order issue needed a different solution, from a simple reorder of the sentence to tapping into grammar structure so an English reader understands what has happened.

The three original examples would leave a reader confused, reordering things in their head. The edited changes keep the information in order, the NOW time-sequence moving forward, and gives storytelling a chance to expand the reader’s imagery as needed.

Everything at its Time, with the train rushing forward on the roller coaster of genre fiction telling.

Flash: Mouse Monopoly

Photo by James Wainscoat on Unsplash

(This flash is based on last week’s Writing Exercise: Trope Writing Prompts (6/5/2025).)

“What are you watching?” Brune asked, jumping over the back of the couch to land in the cushion area on the other side from me. I heard what was left of the springs complain. He wasn’t the worst of the offenders, but he did contribute to the wrecked state of most of the flat’s furniture. Three-bedrooms and five guys, all CIS except for me which meant half the time the other renters weren’t in residence, going hunting or hanging out with their most recent capture-of-the-heart in less crowded conditions, and the other half the time they brought the chicks over, I think in a half-hearted attempt to get them to cook or clean.

I missed Dave. His OCD kept the place dusted.

Anyway, I clicked to the next channel on the cable rotation. “Haven’t decided yet.” I had been watching a cooking show, but admitting that would mean either I (1) would have to cook the dish or (2) get teased for being gay and into girl things. Not something I could handle today. Between the bio-lab from University and the stocking at the dead-end job, I operated in the negative fucks. My brain was leaking out my ears from everything I had stuffed into it at school this afternoon, after a mind-numbing morning of reorganizing the paper products for my big-box store employer so people would not be able to find their toilet paper immediately and spend more time in the store looking around and picking things they didn’t need up, like unicorn-themed napkins on the end-caps. Mice were showing on the screen in a lab setting; probably some sort of news story about cancer or a new medical finding.

I clicked the channel.  I had dealt with mice for three hours today, I’m not spending downtime with them. The next channel showed a carpet of mice pouring down a street. Looked like downtown. One of the Peachtrees. But, hey, we were Atlanta, the Hollywood of the south. Everyone filmed downtown. As much as I like horror, no mice for me today.

The next channel was Fox News. Ugh, the reporter had mice in the background screen. I guess that medical news is a big thing. *Click*

Another news channel. They were clustered in our cable in the 40s. There was a scroll across the bottom of “Breaking News” and talking heads. Something, something about a lab accident and infection. Oh, mice, never mind.

I was about to click again when Brune dived across the couch and grabbed the remote control.

“Dude, what the hell?” I complained.

(words 428; first published 6/11/2025)

Writing Exercise: Trope Writing Prompts

Photo by Glen Hooper on Unsplash

Rachel Brune, a writing friend, posted a slice of life over on the book of faces a couple-few days ago, mostly about attending conventions and getting recharged for writing. Also a bit about planning and moderating panels. Wanting to change things up, she did a twist for a panel. Instead of just talking, they created. Using general writing tropes from two different alphabetical letters, the group – panel and audience – created stories around the idea.

Examples she posted (from a horror panel) included: “evil twins + Renfield” and “ghost hitchhiker + familial cannibalism surprise.”

That sounded like some premium-grade writing prompts, so I sent her a meme of monkeys stealing hubcaps saying “It’s mine now”.

WRITING EXERCISE: Using the first and last letter of your name (you choose which name), pick two tropes from “tvtropes.org” or other trope site. (Aim as always is 500 words.)

My attempt: I used allthetropes.org (Category: Tropes – All The Tropes – https://allthetropes.org/wiki/Category:Tropes) and the letters of “E” and “N” for Erin. “Excited Trope Name! -> Eek, a mouse!” (person mounting a table or chair because of a mouse) and “News Tropes -> News Monopoly” (Every channel is showing the same thing). I will drop the flash “Mouse Monopoly” for my Sunday 6/8/2025 post. Stick around and let me know what you think.

Book Review: Paradisa

Amazon Cover

Paradisa by Michelle Iannantuono

BOOK BLURB ON AMAZON

Gods may be real, but the true heroes are human.

That includes ex-Navy SEAL Connor Bishara, whose life fell apart when a colleague outed him as gay. In the ten years since his discharge, he’s lived each day listlessly as a fry cook, supporting his sister Clara’s dreams instead of his own.

But as the political tensions of Paradisa – realm of the gods – start to bleed into Earth, a new door opens for saving the world. Taking the fight to them, Connor binds his soul to the enigmatic archangel Raphael—and struggles to cope with the sudden intimacy after years of shutting people out.

With the help of his sister and the varied pantheons of world mythology, Connor must open himself to love and defend men and gods from the encroaching war…or watch an army of evil destroy heaven from within.

 

MY REVIEW

Paradisa has the gorgeous scenery of a fantasy, the tech of a science fiction (clockwork style), and the pounding character action of an urban fantasy. For those who want a great fiction ride through mythology (and not just the Ancient Greek/Roman gods, though the focus is there since that is where the story starts), Paradisa is it.

The two point-of-view characters are brother and sister. The brother is ex-military and gay; the sister is an ace. They get caught up in saving some gods and dragged into a world beyond their imagining, but they journey together, providing support to each other. Mortals in an immortal world. Will they be able to survive – or will they end up in the Underworld, drowned in the waters of the Lethe?

A quick and enjoyable read.