About The Nocturnal Editor

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Greetings! I'm Bev Sninchak. I've been a professional writer, editor, and writing instructor since May 1997. I've helped numerous authors and writers achieve their goal of publication.

My goal is to assist you in developing, polishing, and presenting your work in the best light for your chosen audience. Thorough, yet affordable, my services include freelance writing, proofreading, copy editing, formatting, manuscript evaluation, and writing instruction/coaching.

I am a seasoned professional who has the know-how and experience to make necessary corrections to any manuscript without altering the author's creative essence.

Browse my page, learn more about my services, view client testimonials, or request more information via e-mail.  You can also find me on The Nocturnal Editor Facebook page. Come on over and say hello!

Thanks for stopping by. I look forward to corresponding with you!

Sincerely,

* Bev Sninchak (also writing as Bev Walton~Porter)
The Nocturnal Editor

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