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I received the second round of edits for Skylark last night, along with a really lovely note from the editor. With her permission, I've quoted some of her kind words:
Super amazing! New favourite that I've edited... Cried at least four times.
I was in a really low place yesterday, hitting the second day of a numbing depressive episode. These remarks didn't cure it. I'm still feeling that emptiness like a lead blanket. But it did put a smile on my face, and for a little bit, I did feel a little lighter.
Also, yes, I was happy that I made the editor cry. It's not that I'm an awful human. I mean, I am, but that's not why I was happy. It made me happy because it means that I hit the right emotional resonances. I wrote well. An emotional response to the work is a writer's dream. I'm really pleased that I did it right.
It's so weird. Normally, it takes me anywhere between three months to a couple of years to write a book. Skylark took me a month. This book poured out of me. I skipped training and stayed up late to get the words that were flooding out onto the page to prevent their loss. It was the easiest write I've ever had.
Because of that, I was worried that it was utter shit, and my friends were just being nice when they were being complimentary about it.
Every bit of praise helps my crippling insecurities.
As I've been given the manuscript back with editing notes, I'm off to do that for the next little bit. Everything else is on hold as I work.
Ciao!
Also, yes, I was happy that I made the editor cry. It's not that I'm an awful human. I mean, I am, but that's not why I was happy. It made me happy because it means that I hit the right emotional resonances. I wrote well. An emotional response to the work is a writer's dream. I'm really pleased that I did it right.
It's so weird. Normally, it takes me anywhere between three months to a couple of years to write a book. Skylark took me a month. This book poured out of me. I skipped training and stayed up late to get the words that were flooding out onto the page to prevent their loss. It was the easiest write I've ever had.
Because of that, I was worried that it was utter shit, and my friends were just being nice when they were being complimentary about it.
Every bit of praise helps my crippling insecurities.
As I've been given the manuscript back with editing notes, I'm off to do that for the next little bit. Everything else is on hold as I work.
Ciao!
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