How I Read
What happens when your manuscript arrives…
When your manuscript lands on my desk (or whatever is functioning as my desk at any given moment), the first thing I do is read it.
Obviously.
While some might consider your manuscript a document to be assessed from on high—red pen in hand, sheet of gold-star stickers at the ready—I look at it as terrain I'm about to climb into, grit-under-the-fingernails style. That's what I mean when I say I read from inside. The difference is not philosophical, it's practical. Reading from inside allows me to feel where the narrative loses heat, where a character stops being alive, where the prose flinches. I'm not sitting in lofty judgement of your work, I'm getting in there to shake hands with it, have a sit down, maybe a beer. Find out if it's doing what it thinks it is.
Because the truth is, I've read your intake form. I know what you were reaching for. But the intake form is the story you think you wrote. What I'm reading for is the story that's actually on the page, because that's the only version the reader will ever encounter, and the gap between the two is almost always where the real work lives.
Trust me. I've been there.
What I Look For In Your Book
Under Pressure
Scenes have pressure or they don’t. Pressure is what forces a character to act. Urgency, constraint, the specific thing at risk right now that can't be avoided. I track where I feel the pressure release. That's usually where a decision didn't land, or a consequence got softened, or the scene allowed the character to think and explain and circle when it needed them to commit.(Hint: I see that last one... a lot.)
How Soon is Now
Stakes. Period. Not in general. Not eventually. Right now—in this scene—what specifically will be lost or changed or destroyed if this goes sideways?
Stakes that are vague, delayed, or abstract don't create tension, they give the reader something to process at a comfortable distance. Specific, immediate, character-anchored stakes give the reader something to feel.
If everything matters, nothing feels urgent. If nothing feels urgent, nothing matters.
Policy of Truth
Here it comes. My personal pet-peeve.
If there was one phrase in all of prose-dom I could set fire to: it was as if.
It's the moment the body gets replaced with a comparison. The character doesn't feel the floor drop out—they feel as if the floor dropped out. The grief doesn't hollow them—it was as if something has been removed. The distance seems small. It isn't. That single hedge moves the reader from inside the experience to the borderlands, watching from a careful distance instead of inhabiting the blood, meat and bones.
"It was as if the fear was strangling him" → The fear was strangling him.
Do you feel the shift? The moment it goes from a floating concept in the ether to a physical confrontation? Now the fear has him in its grip. And it has the reader too.
This is what I'm listening for in your work: language that commits. That trusts the moment to do its work. That has more weight. The difference is felt before it's understood.
Should I Stay or Should I Go
Characters making choices that cost something moves your story. Not characters having reactions—characters making decisions. The distinction matters because reactions happen to a character, while decisions reveal who they are.
When a scene starts to feel like a dead body floating in a lake, I'm looking for the decision the character is avoiding. Where the writer felt the cost of the choice and pulled back from it. And the story stalled at exactly the moment it needed to move forward.
Pictures of You
That character—you know, the MAIN one. The one who lives 24/7 in your brain RENT FREE. Psychologically complex, rugged backstory, a bloody, wounded heart and snarky worldview? You know everything about them, soup to nuts, right down to the way they roll their cigarettes (hang on, load their vape? I'm Gen X, deal with me.)
But then there's the character that made it onto the page.
Sometimes (more times than we all care to admit) they're not the same.
I track what the character does, what they don't do, and what they avoid because behavior is where character actually lives. Not in description. Not in explanation. Not in the backstory you know by heart and can’t seem to show without a diatribe that sounds like the web copy from 23andMe. Your mysterious rogue could be sporting the prerequisite facial scars and the penetrating gaze but on the page they're as one-dimensional as a coloring book before the crayons.
If the page is relying on telling me who this person is rather than showing me, they're being described from outside rather than inhabited from within. And you’ll wonder why the reader isn’t as head-over-heels for them as you are.
Running Up That Hill
(Now this song is stuck in your head — you're welcome.)
Momentum is not the same as pace. A fast story can hover. A slow, contemplative story can move with tremendous momentum if every scene is pulling in the same direction. The accumulation of pressure across scenes building toward something the reader can feel coming.
What breaks momentum isn't slowness. It's repetition. The same beat over and over The same emotional note without any escalation. The character circling a decision they've already made without the story registering that they've made it.
When I find a manuscript that's hovering, I'm looking for the decision that wasn't registered. The moment the story moved forward in time without the pressure actually changing. That's usually where the orbit started.
The fix is almost never to speed up. It's to find what changed. What the character decided, what was lost, what became impossible. The story needs to register it.
Forward isn't faster. Forward is pressure building in a direction.
I'm not cataloguing problems. I'm building you a map. A scene that stalls in chapter four is usually the result of something established in chapter two. A character who stops being legible in the third act usually stopped being fully inhabited somewhere in the first.
It’s not a list of what went wrong. It's a map of the story's structural life. My observations are not instructions. They're a diagnosis. What you do with them is yours. The manuscript is yours. The revision is yours. My job is to give you a clear enough picture of the architecture that you can make the decisions yourself—and trust them.
What I'm reading for isn’t whether the prose is beautiful. It’s whether it’s communicating or explaining. Whether the reader is being invited to feel something or being instructed to. Whether the language is reaching toward the body or staying safely outside it.
My aim is to give you feedback you can use to make the book on the page match the book in your head. That's the difference between critique and diagnosis.
That's the distance I'm trying to close.
I'm going to tell you what I find. The whole picture.
Because you came here for the honest version. And that's the only one I know how to give.
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