Chances are, if you're using this site, you already know what a Beta Reader is. If that is so, disregard this section (but do not pass Go and do not collect £200).
If not: welcome, valued stranger! I will assume the answer to the following question is yes: "I would like to donate a vital organ/many vital organs to your trust fund, Mr. Writer of Whitewater." Fantastic news, valued stranger!
As the brief moments of lucidity that can be tentatively called my consciousness inform me, I have spent a substantial chunk of my life reading stories and offering advice/critique/tears of joy-agony, and as a result, I do enjoy it quite a bit. Think of it as a sport, but in which there are no winners.
Except for *you*, valued stranger!
As a Beta Reader, I tend not to get bogged down in the nitty-gritty of a writing style, nor do I obsess over the placement of punctuation in a sentence. I want to see your writing and I want to tell you if it works. That is, if there is a story to be had. Most commonly, the answer to that question (like the previous organ-related question) is yes. Fantastic!
More often than not, there is that primal spark of creativity that you can see dancing in front of your eyes that you simply do not know how to transcribe—you write and write and write and what comes out is not what you expect. It is my job (and my way of actually remaining "alive") to take these... preliminary notes and transform them into a flourishing masterpiece. You have the ideas, and I (like to think that I) have the technical know-how to make those ideas a spectacular reality.
Like investing on a Kickstarter project, but with a chance of success suffixed with the words "many orders of magnitude greater." If, at time of reading this, Kickstarter has gone bankrupt/been investigated for malpractice, I would like to take a moment to say "suck it, I told you so, future-me!"
I do not particularly care what sort of person you are, so my expectations are incredulously low of you. If, however, you are a maniacal, blood-driven psychopath whose connection to actuality is strained at best, I may... bump you up in the queue. That sort of client always produces the *best* stories, if my past experience is anything to go by.
Now, valued stranger, continue on! Read more about me—as required by your donation of one/many/all of your vital, life-sustaining organ(s).