Before we get started, I need to give a big, flamboyant shout out to my editor, Shawn Rost-Howen.
When Shawn sent me the first editor review of my book, Tears of Heaven she was worried that I would be mad. I kept insisting that I was actually excited. After all, I’ve wanted to work with a real, live editor for a real, live publisher for . . . well, ever. Working with an editor would mean I was getting that much closer to seeing my book in print.
Turns out, we were both wrong.
Depressed. That’s what I felt when I got the review back from my wonderful, beautiful editor. On the page, pointed out repeatedly, were the errors that I had made. I had made them over, and over and over. All my filler words, all my “style” choices.
The depression wasn’t deep and it didn’t last because, as I told Shawn, I really was thrilled to work with an editor. I pushed on, and immediately saw that the writing was stronger. It was work, though. The worst part of writing is writing.
Today, I sent back the initial revision to Shawn. I know, without a doubt, that there is more work to be done, but this is another milestone. This is another first among all the firsts of being a first-time published author.