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:
All will be okay. Take some time to digest.
Some of the most interesting children probably didn't play well with others.
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.
Hrm . i can't imagine how that feels.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths. You will get through this in spectacular fashion. :-)
Ah, Notes.
But then, what is so cool...is how we just get over things.
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