About The Eloquent Editor

HIGHLIGHTS

ANGELA VALENTINE

 

EDUCATION

HIGH SCHOOL VALEDICTORIAN

UNIVERSITY HONORS SCHOLAR

B.A. ENGLISH - SUMMA CUM LAUDE

B.A. ARTS & HUMANITIES - SUMMA CUM LAUDE

B.A. INTERIOR DESIGN - SUMMA CUM LAUDE

NUMEROUS HONORS, AWARDS, CERTIFICATIONS

 

EXPERIENCE

WRITING & EDITING SINCE 1986

WRITING COACH

PROOFREADING & COPYEDITING

MANUSCRIPT DEVELOPMENT

PREPARATION FOR PRINTING

EBOOK FORMATTING

BOOKSTORE BOOK BUYER

AUTHOR WEBSITE BUILDING

WEB CONTENT DEVELOPMENT

 

NICHE SPECIALTIES

CONSCIOUS LIVING

NATURAL HEALTH

SPIRITUALITY

INSPIRATION

DESIGN

MY STORY

Looking back, I imagine I was always destined to become a writer and editor. As fate would have it – or as higher wisdom guided it – my parents chose to buy a house across the street from the public library when I was very young.

From the wide front porch of this beautiful, red-brick, Victorian home built in the 1800’s, my view was of a tree-lined street embracing a park. One city block long, this park housed both the city’s public library and the museum: one, a large modern concrete fabrication, and the other, a grand Victorian stone-work masterpiece. A rather odd juxtaposition, but I suppose it portrayed the city’s timeline from its historical roots to its contemporary progress.

The museum was fascinating, as I was always intensely curious about the past. They had richly-detailed panoramas of the Native Americans that once roamed the local prairies, and displayed clothing, tools, and household implements of the first white settlers to reach the area. Outside, they even had some of the homesteaders' original log cabins complete with all the furnishings. Being so young, I liked to visualize 'playing house' in the log cabins, pretending they were my own.

But the library was my first true love. It literally became my second home. Instead of numbing myself out by watching television for hours on end as my little friends did, I traipsed up and down the aisles of the children’s section of the library hunting for new stories. The bright, colorful books full of pictures were tantalizing, and I would pick out so many I could barely carry them all. The more I read, the more sophisticated my book choices became. I soon found myself reading some of the popular  mystery novels of the time, even though they were a little beyond my reading comprehension level. It didn't matter to me, I just wanted to read more and know more!

I didn't just stick to fiction, either. My curiosity about the world was insatiable. Almost every subject interested me. I loved anything involving animals and wanted to understand the stars and outer space and had to know everything about ancient history. The more mysterious the subject, the more intrigued I was.

I  could often be found curled up on the colorful, soft foam chairs surrounded by piles of books for hours at a time.  I suppose this is where I first honed my ability to focus my attention for long hours. Though I knew nothing about meditation at the time, looking back, I can see that reading put me in a kind of meditative state where the rest of the world faded away as my imagination followed along with what I was reading. This skill sure came in handy during college when I needed to study for days on end before final exams!

To be continued...