In reality, you can be edited for years by someone you have never met, possibly never even spoken to on the phone.
Here's a little editor joke:
A writer pulls up to his to find it a smoking ruin. Cop cars and firetrucks are parked outside. A policeman pulls him aside and says, "I'm afraid I have some bad news. Your editor came to your house and raped your wife. Then he killed her and your kids, and strangled your dog. And then he set your house on fire."
The writer's eyes get starry. "My editor came to my house?"