What a roller coaster. I heard back from my editor today. This was the first round of edits where the focus was on content. Bless her heart she tried to be gentle, yet honest. And she did a good job. Really, she did. It’s just that I ended up being more sensitive than I thought I would be.
After all, I wanted this. I paid for this. In time, sweat, sore fingers and actual money. So, why was it hard to receive? Mostly because I’m a bigger baby than I thought. I am *proud* to say that I only cried for 30 minutes. In the shower. While my poor husband sat in the other room a little surprised at my reaction. (even though he knows me and that crying and I are NOT strangers!).
Still, once I got out of the shower, I felt a little better. The worst was over, the initial findings in black and white that I have not yet attained “perfect” status as an author. Cue GASP! I know, right?! Roanoke Vanishing needs some work. I knew this. I think maybe I just didn’t realize how much it needs.
However, after a good ‘talk-me-off-the-ledge’ talk at an author friend’s house (complete with many, many Pibbs) and a lunch date with my husband (including plot discussions/revisions and more Pibb) and then a good walk/jog workout at a lovely park nearby (sadly, no Pibb there), I feel ready to face my story again.
So, I have survived my first professional round of criticism…and really, it wasn’t so bad. My story is going to be better for having received it.
Yay for me!