Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Literary Breathing


Notes from my editor came in the mail for "Talking to the Moon." He wrote a three page, single spaced letter with his suggestions. He also sent back my 382 page manuscript with his mark-ups in red ink.

I was overwhelmed with his comments. It was like sending my beautiful child to school and having him return all beat-up, scarred, and told he doesn't play well with others. I had to call some novelist-friends of mine to calm me down.

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in.

I put in my request for vacation days.

6 comments:

Rich said...

All will be okay. Take some time to digest.

josephine anne lin said...

Some of the most interesting children probably didn't play well with others.

Liz said...

Red ink? That's just wrong! Even when I was teaching in Compton, I hardly ever went there with my students. Red is simply traumatizing. It's always made me feel like I'm in the fourth grade again, getting my first big F on a fractions quiz.

Jason Phoon said...

Hrm . i can't imagine how that feels.

Angelo said...

Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You will get through this in spectacular fashion. :-)

Don Cummings said...

Ah, Notes.

But then, what is so cool...is how we just get over things.