Kelly Barr, Professional Freelance Editor

I am a Professional Freelance Editor. I have four years of experience editing fiction.  I am a member of The Christian Pen: The Proofreaders and Editors Network. If you have a fiction manuscript or short story you would like edited, check out my “Editing Services” page for more details–simply click on the “Editing Services” tab at the top of the page.

Here are some books I have worked on:

The Sorcerer's Bane (The Seven Words Book 1) by [Wachter, C. S. ]    Bride Tree (Secrets of Versailles Book 2) by [Robinson, JP]

Here is what some of my clients have to say about my work:

“Kelly is a pleasure to work with. She is well-versed enough to understand the nuances of my genre (Christian Speculative) even though she doesn’t write Speculative. She knows her craft and is sensitive and gentle when giving input about things that need to be corrected or rewritten. Her notes are thoughtful and her suggestions made my book a better read and a more polished final product. ‘The Sorcerer’s Bane‘, book one of my series The Seven Words, is slated to be released soon and I will continue to seek her professional help on future manuscripts.  — C. S. Wachter

Kelly Barr did a very thorough job, generating a final product that truly expresses what I had in mind. Also, they shortened it by about 1600 words and that’s always a plus! 🙂 There were some that I chose not to apply, but the vast majority of the edits proposed were golden. — J. P. Robinson

A Most Peculiar Circumstance by Jen Turano

A Most Peculiar Circumstance (Ladies of Distinction Book #2) by [Turano, Jen]

I have heard others speak of Jen Turano several times, so when I saw this book in a gift shop, I just had to buy it.

A Most Peculiar Circumstance was a delightful read. Arabella Becket is a young lady who has a knack for getting into trouble, but all she wants is to support the women’s suffrage movement. When Mr. Theodore Wilder, a private investigator hired by his friend Hamilton Beckett to locate Hamilton’s sister, finds Miss Beckett in jail, she exhibits a fiercely independent streak, bringing him to his wit’s end. However, as their paths continue to cross when they return to New York, Theodore finds himself intrigued by Arabella.

Ms. Turano does a wonderful job of creating well-developed characters that sometimes made me laugh out loud. Ms. Turano is also very adept at drawing her readers into the story with clear descriptions and clearly showing the thoughts and feelings of her characters through their actions and reactions as well as their dialogue. She had me cheering for Miss Beckett and Mr. Wilder as Miss Beckett went from one spot of trouble to the next. Miss Beckett became quite endearing as she realized some things about herself and determined to help those less fortunate than herself.

As a writer, I appreciate quality writing, and I found myself noting the way Ms. Turano worded things in a way that drew me into the story and the character’s minds–something I hope to accomplish with my own writing because it not only makes reading a story an adventure, but an experience.

This may have been my first Jen Turano book, but it will not be my last. I look forward to reading more of her books very soon.

Tea and Poetry

Today’s Tea Tidbit:

Why, the club was just the quietest place in the
world, a place where a woman could run in to
brush her hair and wash her hands, and change
her library book, and have a cup of tea.

Kathleen Thompson Norris,
“Saturday’s Child”

In A Library
by Emily Dickinson

A Precious, mouldering pleasure ’tis
To meet an antique book,
In just the dress his century wore;
A privilege, I think,

His venerable hand to take,
And warming in our own,
A passage back, or two, to make
To times when he was young.

His quaint opinions to inspect,
His knowledge to unfold
On what concerns our mutual mind,
The literature of old;

What interested scholars most,
What competitions ran
When Plato was certainty,
and Sophocles a man;

When Sappho was a living girl,
And Beatrice wore
The gown that Dante deified.
Facts, centuries before,

He traverses familiar,
As one should come to town
And tell you all your dreams were true:
He lived where dreams were sown.

His presence is enchantment,
You beg him not to go;
Old volumes shake their vellum heads
And tantalize, just so.

Gods They Never Knew by Julie Helms

gods ebook FINAL

This is J.S. Helms’s debut novel, but she already writes like a pro. Gods They Had Never Known grabbed my attention right from the start and the book kept me turning page after page.

I believe it is natural to wonder about some of the things mentioned in Biblical history that are simply that — mentioned — not much detail, explanation or completion of what is mentioned, and J. S. Helms writes in Gods They Had Never Known about such a mentioned item, expanding upon it. Though this is a fiction piece, it is obvious J.S. Helms did her research to make the story as realistic to the time period as possible. Her descriptions are vivid, painting the places and characters in my mind.

The story begins in a peaceful little village. A village where Haven lives and listens to the Teller who brings the message of Shalliyt to the villagers. Many of the villagers begin to question why they should listen to the Teller. Then some of the immortal Guardians come into the village. They teach many of the villagers how to make more money, all the while desiring to take the daughters of the villagers as their wives.

Soon the village is faced with violence, death, and destruction, and many of the villagers have turned a deaf ear to the Teller. The woman Haven loves is desired by one of the immortal Guardians.

Will Haven be able to win the heart of the woman he loves and save the village? Like me, you’ll have to read the book to find out. You won’t be disappointed.

Tea and Poetry

Today’s Tea Tidbit:

“Russian Caravan is a mellow black tea with the smoky flavor of Lapsang Souchong. It is an ideal tea to drink throughout the day.”

A Time to Talk
by Robert Frost

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, “What is it?”
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.