When my publisher sent me the uncorrected proof of my novel, I told them I felt that it had not been professionally copy edited, and I asked for their assurance that they would work with me to make it right.
They, in turn, cancelled my publishing contract.
You can see a copy of the actual correspondence here: https://absolutewrite.com/forums/sh...e-feedback&p=10464854&viewfull=1#post10464854
I felt that I was at the end of my rope and needed to lay my cards on the table, but it sure feels like crap knowing that, after six months of thinking I was going to be traditionally published, I'm not going to be.
They, in turn, cancelled my publishing contract.
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"No," he replied, "just a message from Meredith Higgins, suggesting that all New Wave associates forgo attending any of tonight's receptions,"—his voice assumed a high, preachy tone—"'lest we appear callous in the face of New Wave's recent loss.'"
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"It would be a far cry from eight hundred thousand dollars. A ten-thousand-dollar stack could be replicated with"—she did the calculations in her head—"less than three hundred dollars. That means we'd need"—more quick math—"just under twenty-four thousand dollars in all."
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"Yes," she said, turning the thong inside out. "See"—she pointed to the crotch—"these actually have a gusset lining."
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What she'd gotten instead was the crushing realization that her hopes for the coming months—being in a real relationship by fall, introducing him to her family over the holidays, going someplace tropical for her fortieth birthday—were never going to come true.
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What she'd gotten instead was the crushing realization that her hopes for the coming months, being in a real relationship by fall, introducing him to her family over the holidays, going someplace tropical for her fortieth birthday, were never going to come true.
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That was followed by a loud crash, followed by a lot of cursing, followed by someone—she was pretty sure it was the man in the blue shirt—suggesting they turn it on its side.
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That was followed by a loud crash, followed by a lot of cursing, followed by someone, she was pretty sure it was the man in the blue shirt, suggesting they turn it on its side.
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"To Dudka, this is just business. Going after a bystander like you doesn't make good business sense—he'd have nothing to gain and everything to lose."
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"To Dudka, this is just business. Going after a bystander like you doesn't make good business sense, he'd have nothing to gain and everything to lose."
You can see a copy of the actual correspondence here: https://absolutewrite.com/forums/sh...e-feedback&p=10464854&viewfull=1#post10464854
I felt that I was at the end of my rope and needed to lay my cards on the table, but it sure feels like crap knowing that, after six months of thinking I was going to be traditionally published, I'm not going to be.
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