Tag: developmental editing

I recently came across an X post by @heyrimsha where she shared several AI prompts that looked quite interesting.

One of them in particular was based on the notion of having a “developmental editor” from a major publication (like the Harvard Business Review etc.) reviewing content and suggesting ways to make the content “better”.

Obviously “better” is in the eye of the beholder but I wanted to give it a try. Here are my results using Gemini 3 Fast on my post from yesterday about John F. Burns.

The prompt:

I'm going to give you a draft of one of my blog posts below. You are to act as a world-class developmental editor for a major publication (like _The Atlantic_ or _Harvard Business Review_). 

Read my draft and identify:

1. **The 'So What?' Factor:** Where is the argument too generic or 'safe'?

2. **Borrowed Authority:** Where am I using quotes as a crutch instead of developing my own original ideas?

 3. **The Narrative Thread:** Is my personal history a list of facts, or a cohesive story?
 
After the critique, provide a 'Masterwork Rewrite' that heightens the stakes, removes the fluff, and gives the piece a unique, proprietary framework (like 'The Seasonal Soul')."

Here's the post: [POST]

Here’s Gemini’s response which includes a suggested rewrite at the end:

This is a poignant tribute to a journalistic titan. You’ve captured the “vibe” of John F. Burns perfectly—the Burberry raincoat, the smell of cordite, and the steady hand at the keyboard.

However, as an editor for The Atlantic or HBR, my job is to push you past “tribute” and into “thesis.” Currently, this reads like a very well-written appreciation. To make it a major publication piece, we need to turn your reflection on Burns into a diagnostic of our current cultural moment.

1. The ‘So What?’ Factor: The Risk of Nostalgia

The Critique: Your argument is currently: “John Burns was a great reporter from a better era, and I miss that.” This is a “safe” sentiment. Most readers over 40 agree that the “pre-internet era” had more gravitas. The Fix: You need to answer why this matters now, beyond just missing a legendary writer. The “So What” isn’t that Burns is gone; it’s that the “Institutional Anchor” he provided—the ability to remain “straight” while the world tilts—is a lost technology we are now desperate to reinvent.

2. Borrowed Authority: The Quote as a Shield

The Critique: You use Burns’ quotes (the “gold standard,” “missionary complex,” “sweep of history”) to do the heavy lifting. You are describing his excellence using his own definitions. The Fix: Don’t just quote his “gold standard.” Define what that standard looks like in the wild. Instead of saying he avoided the “missionary complex,” analyze whythat complex is the dominant toxin in modern discourse. Use your own voice to categorize his genius.

3. The Narrative Thread: The “Passive Reader” Problem

The Critique: Your personal history here is a bit “list-like”: I read the obits, I remember his retirement, I read this specific obit today. It positions you as a passive consumer of his work. The Fix: Link your personal evolution to his reporting. Did his dispatch from Sarajevo change how you viewed a specific conflict? Did his “considered writing” influence how you built your own “civilized center” (to use your phrase about his wife, Jane)? Turn the “list of memories” into a “narrative of influence.”

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Masterwork Rewrite: The Architecture of the Straight Line

The Framework: “The Architecture of the Straight Line” This framework posits that in a world of ideological “curves” and “slants,” the hardest thing to build is a straight line of fact. It moves the focus from the man to the method.

The Draft:

We are currently living through a Great Slant. In our rush to be “right”—morally, politically, or algorithmically—we have abandoned the rarest craft in the human repertoire: the ability to keep the paper straight.

I spent my morning submerged in the obituary of John F. Burns, the longtime New York Times foreign correspondent. To many, Burns was the last of the “firemen,” a man who appeared in the world’s most fractured zip codes wearing a Burberry raincoat and a look of studied detachment. But as I traced the arc of his career—from the sniper alleys of Sarajevo to the blast-walled compounds of Baghdad—I realized I wasn’t just mourning a reporter. I was mourning a specific type of sanity.

Burns practiced what I call The Architecture of the Straight Line. In today’s media, we suffer from the “Missionary Complex”—a term Burns himself used to describe the urge to save the world rather than see it. Modern reporting is often a performance of empathy or an exercise in tribal signaling. We no longer want the “telling detail”; we want the detail that tells our side of the story.

Burns was different. He understood that the only way to survive the “chaos of war” was to build a “civilized center.” We see this literally in his partnership with his wife, Jane Scott-Long, who turned a derelict house in Baghdad into a fortress of state-of-the-art coffee and blast walls. But Burns did this intellectually, too. While the world was screaming in ideological shorthand, he was looking for the “sweep of centuries” in the reburial of a King or the notes of a lone cellist.

This is the “So What” of his passing: We have traded Considered Writing for Instant Reaction.

In the pre-internet era Burns inhabited, the time-zone differential acted as a natural filter—a mandatory pause that allowed the “blue pencil” of the editor to catch the slant before it hit the page. Today, that filter is gone. We are drowning in the “instant, unvetted roar.” We have plenty of missionaries, but very few architects.

Reading Burns taught me that keeping the paper straight isn’t a passive act of “objectivity.” It is a violent, daily struggle against one’s own biases. It is the refusal to let the heat of the moment melt the integrity of the record.

As the obituary section grows more familiar to me, I find myself looking for more than just a list of achievements. I am looking for a compass. John Burns kept his bearings not because he ignored the fire, but because he was the only one in the room who understood that you cannot describe the flames if you are busy trying to stoke them.

The “Straight Line” is a lost art. It’s time we started rebuilding it.