Why Open Door Editing?
- Open Door Editing
- Sep 23
- 3 min read
At Open Door Editing, we understand that choosing an editor is a very personal process. We get that an author's words are pieces of their soul laid out in 12pt font for the entire world to analyze. It's a scary process, and you need someone knowledgeable whom you can trust. That's us.
Stacey and I figured the best way for you to get to know us is to understand our deep friendship and the unwavering support we've given each other over our 30-year friendship. We've done hard things together, and we've always had one another's backs. We thrive as friends because one picks up where the other leaves off.
Open Door Editing is no different. We'll do what we can to guide you toward success just as we've lifted each other through the varied stages of our lives.
We could detail all our likes, characteristics, and traits to help you decide, but...we'd rather tell you a story.
Below, we present to you--in a unique format--the story behind why we're wearing masks in this photo.
Mystery Unmasked
A Story of Friendship Above and Beyond
Sonja is an elementary school teacher (though, now only when she chooses to sub). She taught kindergarten full-time until her third child was born. That gave her almost a decade to accumulate a whole lot of stuff. She shoved this stuff into a shed in her backyard for seven years.
Here is where our story begins...
Meet The Cast
The Scene
Imagine a shed that costs around $200, is made of plastic, and has doors that only hang on sometimes. Imagine it sits in a backyard. Imagine that the backyard is a 6-foot cedar fence away from a whole bunch of nature. Imagine "nature" is a combination of rats, spiders, slugs, ants, and, probably, a murderous raccoon.
The Set Up
(paraphrased)
Sonja: Hey, Stacey. We rented a giant dumpster to toss everything eaten by mice in our garage*. If you're bored, would you like to come help go through the school stuff in the shed, in case they got that too?
Stacey: Sure thing, bestie. How bad could it be?
(*A different story.)
The Pay Off
(via a montage of horrified audio snippets)
Stacey: What is that sound? Wait! What...what's falling from these boxes?
Sonja: Um...
Stacey: It's rat poop! It's literally raining rat poop on my head!
Stacey: No! No! No! I am not going near that corner! It has a slug! I'd rather die.
Sonja: Oh, noooooooo! Something leaked all over my picture books! Quick! Sniff it! does it smell like raccoon pee?
Sonja: The ants...they built a network of tunnels...in my files! Stacey, help! The box! It's breaking!
Sonja: There's a spider on my hand! A giant spider! On. My. Hand!
Stacey: Why does this desiccated rat corpse have no head? There's no head, Sonja. Where did the head go?
Sonja: Oh! There's another one!
Stacey: Why are there so many headless rats?
Sonja: Could it have been...the spiders?
Much Later...
Stacey: I'm using your shower.
The Masks
"Wait," you say. "You never explained the masks."
Didn't we, though?
Think about it.
A cascade of rat poop was falling on our heads...
...and besties always look out for each other.
Don't worry, we got you, too.
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