Just a quick note (with more laments to come tomorrow). Had a meeting with a freelance book editor I respect immensely, and it went worse than I ever could've imagined (and I'm pretty good at conjuring up worst-cases scenarios). I got some good suggestions out of it, but she said she didn't know whether I should really bother revising it, except for personal purposes. Ouch.
I thought this was the best piece of writing I'd ever done. I've worked on it off and on for five years, and when I turned it in, I'd self-edited as far as i could possibly take it.
Her issue wasn't so much with the writing as with the content and structure.
I'm in that familiar pit of "What am I doing with my life?" Just totally dejected.
If I sound self-pitying, it's because - just for the moment - I am. I know hers is just one opinion, but it's a pretty high-level opinion. I'll pick up; I'll move on, but this was the most commercial (and personal) project I had.
Thanks for listening... reading, as it were. It's 2:00 am, so there's nobody I can call.
--Please excuse the absence of the usually chipper Sarah; she has been temporarily replaced by her alter ego, the Giant Superego from the Black Lagoon--
I thought this was the best piece of writing I'd ever done. I've worked on it off and on for five years, and when I turned it in, I'd self-edited as far as i could possibly take it.
Her issue wasn't so much with the writing as with the content and structure.
I'm in that familiar pit of "What am I doing with my life?" Just totally dejected.
If I sound self-pitying, it's because - just for the moment - I am. I know hers is just one opinion, but it's a pretty high-level opinion. I'll pick up; I'll move on, but this was the most commercial (and personal) project I had.
Thanks for listening... reading, as it were. It's 2:00 am, so there's nobody I can call.
--Please excuse the absence of the usually chipper Sarah; she has been temporarily replaced by her alter ego, the Giant Superego from the Black Lagoon--